FALSTAFF.
Keep in that mind, I’ll deserve it.
MISTRESS FORD.
Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not be in that mind.
Enter Robin.
ROBIN.
Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford, here’s Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing and looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.
FALSTAFF.
She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras.
MISTRESS FORD.
Pray you, do so; she’s a very tattling woman.
[Falstaff hides himself behind the arras.]
Enter Mistress Page.
What’s the matter? How now?
MISTRESS PAGE.
O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You’re shamed, you’re overthrown, you’re undone for ever!