ROBERT.
Pray heaven it be not full of knight again.
JOHN.
I hope not, I had lief as bear so much lead.
Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius and Sir Hugh Evans.
FORD
Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any way then to unfool me again?—Set down the basket, villain! Somebody call my wife. Youth in a basket! O you panderly rascals! There’s a knot, a gin, a pack, a conspiracy against me. Now shall the devil be shamed.—What, wife, I say! Come, come forth! Behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching!
PAGE.
Why, this passes, Master Ford! You are not to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned.
EVANS.
Why, this is lunatics, this is mad as a mad dog.
SHALLOW.
Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well, indeed.
FORD.
So say I too, sir.
Enter Mistress Ford.
Come hither, Mistress Ford—Mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband! I suspect without cause, mistress, do I?