[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. A street in Windsor
Enter Mistress Page following Robin.
MISTRESS PAGE.
Nay, keep your way, little gallant. You were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, or eye your master’s heels?
ROBIN.
I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than follow him like a dwarf.
MISTRESS PAGE.
O, you are a flattering boy! Now I see you’ll be a courtier.
Enter Ford.
FORD
Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
MISTRESS PAGE.
Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
FORD.
Ay, and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company. I think if your husbands were dead you two would marry.