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- io6 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iv
out; otherwise you might slip away ere he came.
But what make you here ?
Falstaff. What shall I do? — I '11 creep up into
the chimney.
Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge
their birding-pieces. Creep into the kiln-hole.
Falstaff. Where is it ? 58
Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word.
Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but
he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such
places, and goes to them by his note ; there is no
hiding you in the house.
Falstaff. I '11 go out then.
Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semblance,
you die. Sir John. Unless you go out disguised —
Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him ?
Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not ! There is
no woman's gown big enough for him ; otherwise he
might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so
escape. 71
Falstaff. Good hearts, devise something ; any ex-
tremity rather than a mischief.
Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of
Brentford, has a gown above.
Mrs. Page. On my Avord, it will serve him, she 's
as big as he is ; and there 's her thrummed hat and
muffler too. — Run up, Sir John.
Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir John ; Mistress Page
and I will look some linen for your head. 80
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