MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We must give folks leave to prate. What, the good-year!
CAIUS.
Rugby, come to the court with me. [To Mistress Quickly.] By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door.—Follow my heels, Rugby.
[Exeunt Caius and Rugby.]
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
You shall have An—fool’s head of your own. No, I know Anne’s mind for that. Never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne’s mind than I do, nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.
FENTON.
[Within.] Who’s within there, ho?
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Who’s there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.
Enter Fenton.
FENTON
How now, good woman? How dost thou?
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.
FENTON.
What news? How does pretty Mistress Anne?