EVANS
This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies.
CAIUS.
By gar, ’tis no the fashion of France; it is not jealous in France.
PAGE.
Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his search.
[Exeunt Page, Evans and Caius.]
MISTRESS PAGE.
Is there not a double excellency in this?
MISTRESS FORD.
I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or Sir John.
MISTRESS PAGE.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
MISTRESS FORD.
I am half afraid he will have need of washing, so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
MISTRESS PAGE.
Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same strain were in the same distress.
MISTRESS FORD.
I think my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff’s being here, for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.