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- 84 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iii
Mrs. Ford. 'T is not so, I hope.
Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have
such a man here ! but 't is most certain your hus-
band's coming, with half Windsor at his heels, to
search for such a one. I come before to tell you. If
you know yourself clear, why, I am glad of it ; but if
you have a friend here, convey, convey him out. Be
not amazed ; call all your senses to you, defend your
reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever. 120
Mrs. Ford. What shall I do ? There is a gentle-
man my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own shame
so much as his peril. I had rather than a thousand
pound he were out of the house.
Mrs. Page. For shame ! never stand ' you had
rather ' and 'you had rather ; ' your husband 's here
at hand ; bethink you of some conveyance ; in the
house you cannot hide him. O, how have you de-
ceived me ! Look, here is a basket. If he be of
any reasonable stature, he may creep in here ; and
throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to
bucking ; or — it is whiting-time — send him by your
two men to Datchet-mead. 133
Mrs. Ford. He 's too big to go in there. What
shall I do ?
Falstaff. [Coming forward] Let me see 't, let me
see 't, O, let me see 't ! I '11 in, I '11 in. Follow your
friend's counsel. I '11 in.
Mrs. Page. What, Sir John Falstaff ! Are these
your letters, knight ? 140
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