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- Scene II] Merry Wives of Windsor 105
so buffets himself on the forehead, crying, ' Peer
out, peer out ! ' that any madness I ever yet beheld
seemed but tameness, civility, and patience, to this
his distemper he is in now. I am glad the fat
knight is not here.
Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him ? 29
Mrs. Page. Of none but him, and swears he was
carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a
basket, — protests to my husband he is now here,
and hath drawn him and the rest of their company
from their sport, to make another experiment of his
suspicion. But I am glad the knight is not here ;
now he shall see his own foolery.
Mrs. Ford. How near is he, Mistress Page ?
Mrs. Page. Hard by, at street end ; he will be
here anon.
Mrs. Ford. I am undone ! The knight is here. 40
Mrs. Page. Why then you are utterly shamed, and
he 's but a dead man. What a woman are you ! —
Away with him, away with him ! better shame than
murther.
Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go ? how should
I bestow him ? Shall I put him into the basket
again ? Re-enter Falstaff
Falstaff. No, I '11 come no more i' the basket.
May I not go out ere he come ? 49
Mrs. Page. Alas, three of Master Ford's brothers
watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue
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