MISTRESS FORD.
If you find a man there, he shall die a flea’s death.
PAGE.
Here’s no man.
SHALLOW.
By my fidelity, this is not well, Master Ford, this wrongs you.
EVANS.
Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart. This is jealousies.
FORD.
Well, he’s not here I seek for.
PAGE.
No, nor nowhere else but in your brain.
FORD
Help to search my house this one time. If I find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport. Let them say of me “As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his wife’s leman.” Satisfy me once more, once more search with me.
[Exeunt John and Robert with the basket.]
MISTRESS FORD.
What, ho, Mistress Page! Come you and the old woman down; my husband will come into the chamber.
FORD.
Old woman? What old woman’s that?