He’ll tell me all his purpose: sure, he’ll come.
Mrs Page. Fear not you that. Go get us properties
And tricking for our fairies.
Evans. Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures and 80 fery honest knaveries.
Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans.
Mrs Page. Go, Mistress Ford,
Send quickly to Sir John, to know his mind.
Exit Mrs Ford.
I’ll to the doctor: he hath my good will,
And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.