Mrs Ford. Which way should he go? how should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again?
[Re-enter Falstaff.]
40 Fal. No, I’ll come no more i’ the basket. May I not go out ere he come?
Mrs Page. Alas, three of Master Ford’s brothers watch the door with [pistols], that none shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what make you 45 here?
Fal. What shall I do?—I’ll creep up into the chimney.
Mrs Ford. There they always use to discharge their birding-pieces. [Creep into the kiln-hole.]
Fal. Where is it?
IV. 2.
50 Mrs Ford. He will seek there, on my word. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes to them by his note: there is no hiding you in the house.
Fal. I’ll go out, then.
55 [Mrs Page.] If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir John. Unless you go out disguised,—