Enter Ford, Page, Caius and Sir Hugh Evans.
FORD.
Pray you come near. If I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be your jest; I deserve it.—How now? Whither bear you this?
JOHN and ROBERT.
To the laundress, forsooth.
MISTRESS FORD.
Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You were best meddle with buck-washing!
FORD.
Buck? I would I could wash myself of the buck! Buck, buck, buck! Ay, buck! I warrant you, buck, and of the season too, it shall appear.
[Exeunt John and Robert with the basket.]
Gentlemen, I have dreamed tonight; I’ll tell you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys. Ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out. I’ll warrant we’ll unkennel the fox. Let me stop this way first. [Locks the door.] So, now uncape.
PAGE.
Good Master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself too much.
FORD.
True, Master Page.—Up, gentlemen, you shall see sport anon. Follow me, gentlemen.
[Exit Ford.]