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- 86 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ill
be my keys ; ascend my chambers, search, seek, find
out. I '11 warrant we '11 unkennel the fox. — Let me
stop this way first. — \Lockiiig the dooi-?^ So, now
uncape.
Page. Good Master Ford, be contented ; you
wrong yourself too much. 169
Ford. True, Master Page. — Up, gentlemen, you
shall see sport anon ; follow me, gentlemen. \Exit.
Evans. This is fery fantastical humours and
jealousies.
Caius. By gar, 't is no the fashion of France ; it
is not jealous in France.
Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue
of his search. \Exeunt Page^ Caius, and Evans.
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. 181
Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in when your
husband asked what was in the basket !
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 of Falstaff's being here, for I never saw
him so gross in his jealousy till now. 191
Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that, and we will
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