[Mrs Ford.] How might we disguise him?
Mrs Page. Alas the day, I know not! There is no woman’s gown big enough for him; otherwise he might put 60 on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.
Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity rather than .
Mrs Ford. My maid’s aunt, the fat woman of [Brentford], has a gown above.
65 Mrs Page. On my word, it will serve him; she’s as big as he is: and there’s her [thrummed] hat, and her muffler too. Run up, Sir John.
Mrs Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir John: Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head.
70 Mrs Page. Quick, quick! we’ll come dress you straight: put on the gown the while. Exit Falstaff.
Mrs Ford. I would my husband would meet him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of [Brentford]; he swears she’s a witch; forbade her my house, and hath IV. 2.
75 threatened to beat her.
Mrs Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband’s cudgel, and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards!
Mrs Ford. But is my husband coming?