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- Scene IV] Merry Wives of Windsor 113
Scene IV. A Room in Ford^s House
Enter Page, Ford, Mistress Page, Mistress Ford,
and Sir Hugh Evans
Evans. 'T is one of the pest discretions of a oman
as ever I did look upon.
Page. And did he send you both these letters at
an instant?
Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
Ford. Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou
wilt ;
I rather will suspect the sun with cold
Than thee with wantonness. Now doth thy honour
stand,
In him that was of late an heretic,
As firm as faith.
Page. 'T is well, 't is well ; no more : 10
Be not as extreme in submission
As in offence.
But let our plot go forward ; let our wives
Yet once again, to make us public sport.
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him and disgrace him for it.
Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke
of.
Page. How ? to send him word they '11 meet him
in the park at midnight ? Fie, fie 1 he '11 never come.
Evans. You say he has been thrown in the rivers 20
MERRY WIVES — 8
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