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- 8o Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ill
Mrs. Ford, I warrant. — What, Robin, I say I
Enter Servants with a basket
Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.
Mrs. Ford, Here, set it down.
Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge ; we must
be brief. 8
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 with-
out any pause or staggering take this basket on your
shoulders ; that done, trudge with it in all haste and
xarry 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 ?
Mrs. Ford. I ha' told them over and over ; they
lack no direction. — Be gone, and come when you
are called. \Exeu7it Servants.
Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin. 21
Enter Robin
Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket ! what
news with you? i^*''^^- S^-vn^*- ^^i- <<,$tMH^
Robin. My master. Sir Jolin, is come in at your
back-door. Mistress Ford, and requests your com-
pany.
Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been
true to us ?
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