Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his search.
[Exeunt Page, Caius, and Evans.]
155 Mrs Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?
Mrs Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or Sir John.
Mrs Page. What a taking was he in when your husband asked [who] was in the basket!
160 Mrs Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
Mrs Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same strain were in the same distress.
Mrs Ford. I think my husband hath some special suspicion 165 of Falstaff’s being here; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
Mrs Page. I will lay a plot to try that; and we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine.
170 Mrs Ford. Shall we send that [foolish] carrion, Mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment?