Re-enter Mistress Ford with two Servants.
Mrs Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your 95 shoulders: your master is hard at door; if he bid you set it down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. Exit.
First Serv. Come, come, take it up.
Sec. Serv. Pray heaven it be not full of [knight] again.
First Serv. I hope not; I had [as lief] bear so much lead.
[Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.]
IV. 2.
100 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 [ging], a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the devil be [shamed]. —What, 105 [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 110 dog!
Shal. Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well, indeed.