MISTRESS PAGE.
Thou’rt a good boy, this secrecy of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose. I’ll go hide me.
MISTRESS FORD.
Do so.—Go tell thy master I am alone.
[Exit Robin.]
Mistress Page, remember you your cue.
MISTRESS PAGE.
I warrant thee. If I do not act it, hiss me.
[Exit Mistress Page.]
MISTRESS FORD.
Go to, then. We’ll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery pumpion; we’ll teach him to know turtles from jays.
Enter Falstaff.
FALSTAFF.
“Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel?” Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough. This is the period of my ambition. O this blessed hour!
MISTRESS FORD.
O, sweet Sir John!