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- I04 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act IV
Scene II. A Room in Ford^s House
Enter Falstaff and Mistress Ford
Falstaff. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten
up my sufferance. I see you are obsequious in your
love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; not
only. Mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but
in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony
of it. But are you sure of your husband now ?
Mrs. Ford. He 's a-birding, sweet Sir John.
Mrs. Page. \_Within'\ What, ho, gossip Ford 1 what,
ho! 9
Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, Sir John.
[Exit Falstaff.
Enter Mistress Page
Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart ! who 's at home
besides yourself ?
Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people.
Mrs. Page. Indeed !
Mrs. Ford. No, certainly. — [Aside to her] Speak
louder.
Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nobody
here.
Mrs. Ford. Why ? 19
Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his
old lunes again ; he so takes on yonder with my hus-
band, so rails against all married mankind, so curses
all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever, and
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