Mrs Page. So will I: if he come under my hatches, I’ll never to sea again. Let’s be revenged on him: let’s appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in his 85 suit, and lead him on with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawned his horses to mine host of the Garter.
Mrs Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany against him, that may not sully the chariness of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would give 90 eternal food to his jealousy.
Mrs Page. Why, look where he comes; and my good man too: he’s as far from jealousy as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance.
95 Mrs Ford. You are the happier woman.
Mrs Page. Let’s consult together against this greasy knight. Come hither. [They retire.]
[Enter Ford, with Pistol, and Page, with Nym.]
Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.
Pist. Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:
II. 1.
100 Sir John affects thy wife.
Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.