Mrs Page. Quickly, quickly!—is the buck-basket—
Mrs Ford. I warrant. What, Robin, I say!
Enter Servants with a basket.
Mrs Page. Come, come, come.
5 Mrs Ford. Here, set it down.
Mrs Page. Give your men the charge; we must be brief.
[Mrs Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert], be ready here hard by in the brew-house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and, without any 10 pause or staggering, take this basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet-mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames side.
Mrs Page. You will do it?
15 Mrs Ford. I ha’ told them over and over; they lack no direction. Be gone, and come when you are called.
Exeunt Servants.