[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. A room in Ford’s house
Enter Page, Ford, Mistress Page, Mistress Ford and Sir Hugh Evans.
EVANS.
’Tis one of the best discretions of a ’oman as ever I did look upon.
PAGE.
And did he send you both these letters at an instant?
MISTRESS PAGE.
Within a quarter of an hour.
FORD.
Pardon me, wife. Henceforth, do what thou wilt.
I rather will suspect the sun with cold
Than thee with wantonness. Now doth thy honour stand,
In him that was of late an heretic,
As firm as faith.
PAGE.
’Tis well, ’tis well, no more.
Be not as extreme in submission as in offence.
But let our plot go forward. Let our wives
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him and disgrace him for it.
FORD.
There is no better way than that they spoke of.
PAGE.
How? To send him word they’ll meet him in the park at midnight? Fie, fie, he’ll never come.