[A witch], haue I not forewarned her my house,
Alas we are simple we, we know not what
XII. 125 Is brought to passe vnder the colour of fortune-Telling.
Come downe you witch, come downe.
Enter Falstaffe disguised like an old woman, and misteris Page with him, Ford beates him, and hee runnes away.
Away you witch get you gone.
Sir Hu. By Ieshu I verily thinke she is a witch indeed,
I espied vnder her mufler a great beard.
130 Ford. Pray come helpe me to search, pray now.
Pa. Come weele go for his minds sake.