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- 52 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act il
Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George ? Hark you.
Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank ! why art thou
melancholy ?
Ford. I melancholy ! I am not melancholy. —
Get you home, go. 150
Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy
head. — Now, will you go. Mistress Page ?
Mrs. Page. Have with you. — You '11 come to
dinner, George ? — \_Aside to Mrs. Foj^d~\ Look who
comes yonder ; she shall be our messenger to this
paltry knight.
Mrs. Ford. [Aside to Mrs. Page] Trust me, I
thought on her ; she '11 fit it.
Enter Mistress Quickly
Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter
Anne ?
Quickly. Ay, forsooth ; and, I pray, how does
good Mistress Anne ? 162
Mrs. Page. Go in with us and see ; we have an
hour's talk with you.
[Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quickly.
Page. How now, Master Ford !
Ford. You heard what this knave told me, did you
not?
Page. Yes ; and you heard what the other told me ?
Ford. Do you think there is any truth in them ?
Page. Hang 'em, slaves 1 I do not think the
knight would offer it. But these that accuse him in
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