MISTRESS FORD.
He’s too big to go in there. What shall I do?
FALSTAFF.
[Comes out of hiding.] Let me see ’t, let me see ’t! O, let me see ’t! I’ll in, I’ll in. Follow your friend’s counsel. I’ll in.
MISTRESS PAGE.
What, Sir John Falstaff? Are these your letters, knight?
FALSTAFF.
I love thee, and none but thee. Help me away. Let me creep in here. I’ll never—
[He goes into the basket; they cover him with dirty clothes.]
MISTRESS PAGE.
Help to cover your master, boy.—Call your men, Mistress Ford.—You dissembling knight!
[Exit Robin.]
MISTRESS FORD.
What, John! Robert! John!
Enter John and Robert.
Go, take up these clothes here, quickly. Where’s the cowl-staff? Look how you drumble! Carry them to the laundress in Datchet Mead; quickly, come.