Mis. For.
Sirrha, if your M. aske you whither
You carry this basket, say to the Launderers,
I hope you know how to bestow it?

Ser.
I warrant you misteris. Exit seruant.

Mis. For.
Go get you in. Well sir Iohn,
I beleeue I shall serue you such a trick,
You shall haue little mind to come againe. Enter Sir Iohn.

Fal.
Haue I caught my heauenlie Iewel?
Why now let me die. I haue liued long inough,
This is the happie houre I haue desired to see,
Now shall I sin in my wish,
I would thy husband were dead.

Mis. For.
Why how then sir Iohn?

Fal.
By the Lord, Ide make thee my Ladie.

Mis. For.
Alas sir Iohn, I should be a verie simple Ladie.

Fal.
Goe too, I see how thy eie doth emulate the Diamond.
And how the arched bent of thy brow
Would become the ship tire, the tire vellet,
Or anie Venetian attire, I see it.

Mis. For.
A plaine kercher sir Iohn, would fit me better.

Fal.
By the Lord thou art a traitor to saie so:
What made me loue thee? Let that perswade thee
Ther's somewhat extraordinarie in thee: Goe too I loue thee:
Mistris Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, like one
Of these fellowes that smels like Bucklers-berie,
In simple time, but I loue thee,
And none but thee.

Mis. For.
Sir Iohn, I am afraid you loue misteris Page.

Fal.
I thou mightest as well saie
I loue to walke by the Counter gate,
Which is as hatefull to me
As the reake of a lime kill.

Enter Mistresse Page.

Mis. Pa.
Mistresse Ford, Mis. Ford, where are you?

Mis. For.
O Lord step aside good sir Iohn. Falstaffe stands behind the aras.
How now Misteris Page, what's the matter?

Mis. Pa.
Why your husband woman is comming,
With halfe Windsor at his heeles,
To looke for a gentleman, that he ses
Is hid in his house: his wifes sweet hart.

Mis. For.
Speak louder. But I hope tis not true Misteris Page.

Mis. Pa.
Tis too true woman. Therefore if you
Haue any here, away with him, or your vndone for euer.

Mis. For.
Alas mistresse Page, what shall I do?
Here is a gentleman my friend, how shall I do?

Mis. Pa.

Gode body woman, do not stand what shal I do, and what shall I do. Better any shift, rather then you shamed. Looke heere, here's a buck-basket, if hee be a man of any reasonable sise, heele in here.

Mis. For.

Alas I feare he is too big.

Fal.
Let me see, let me see, Ile in, Ile in,
Follow your friends counsell.

Mis. Pa.
Fie sir Iohn, is this your loue? Go too. (Aside.

Fal.
I loue thee, and none but thee:
Helpe me to conuey me hence,
Ile neuer come here more. Sir Iohn goes into the basket, they put cloathes ouer him, the two men carries it away: Foord meetes it, and all the rest, Page, Doctor, Priest, Slender, Shallow.

Ford.
Come pray along, you shall see all.
How now who goes heare? whither goes this?
Whither goes it? set it downe.

Mis. For.

Now let it go, you had best meddle with buck-washing.

Ford.
Buck, good buck, pray come along,
Master Page take my keyes: helpe to search. Good
Sir Hugh pray come along, helpe a little, a little,
Ile shew you all.

Sir Hu.
By Ieshu these are iealosies and distemperes. Exit omnes.

Mis. Pa.
He is in a pittiful taking.

Mis.
I wonder what he thought
When my husband bad them set downe the basket.

Mis. Pa.
Hang him dishonest slaue, we cannot vse
Him bad inough. This is excellent for your

Husbands iealousie.

Mi. For.
Alas poore soule it grieues me at the hart,
But this will be a meanes to make him cease
His iealous fits, if Falstaffes love increase.

Mis. Pa.
Nay we wil send to Falstaffe once again,
Tis great pittie we should leaue him:
What wiues may be merry, and yet honest too.

Mi. For.
Shall we be condemnd because we laugh?
Tis old, but true: still sowes eate all the draffe. Enter all.

Mis. Pa.
Here comes your husband, stand aside.

For.
I can find no body within, it may be he lied.

Mis. Pa.
Did you heare that?

Mis. For.
I, I, peace.

For.
Well, Ile not let it go so, yet Ile trie further.

S. Hu.
By Ieshu if there be any body in the kitchin
Or the cuberts, or the presse, or the buttery,
I am an arrant Iew: now God plesse me:
You serue me well, do you not?

Pa.
Fie M. Ford you are too blame:

Mis. Pa.
Ifaith tis not well M. Ford to suspect
Her thus without cause.

Doc.
No by my trot it be no vell:

For.
Wel, I pray bear with me, M. Page pardon me.
I suffer for it, I suffer for it:

Sir Hu:
You suffer for a bad conscience looke you now:

Ford:
Well I pray no more, another time Ile tell you all;
The mean time go dine with me, pardon me wife,
I am sorie; M. Page, pray goe in to dinner,
Another time Ile tell you all.

Pa:
Wel let it be so, and to morrow I inuite you all
To my house to dinner: and in the morning weele
A birding, I haue an excellent Hauke for the bush.

Ford:
Let it be so: Come M. Page, come wife;
I pray you come in all, y'are welcome, pray come in.

Sir Hu:
By so kad vdgme, M. Fordes is
Not in his right wittes: Exit omnes:

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