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- no Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iv
Ford. Help to search my house this one time. If
I find not what I seek, show no colour for my ex-
tremity, letme forever be your table-sport ; let them
say of me, * As jealous as Ford, that searched a hol-
low walnut for his wife's leman.' Satisfy me once
more ; once more search with me.
Mrs. Ford. What, ho, Mistress Page ! come you
and the old woman down; my husband will come
into the chamber.
Ford. Old woman! what old woman 's that? 170
Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brent-
ford.
Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean 1
Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of
errands, does she ? We are simple men ; we do not
know what 's brought to pass under the profession
of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells,
by the figure, and such daubery as this is, beyond our
element ; we know nothing. — Come down, you witch,
you hag, you ; come down, I say I iS
Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband ! — Good
gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman.
Re-enter Falstaff in woman's clothes, and Mistress
Page
Mrs. Page. Come, Mother Prat ; come, give me
your hand.
Ford. I '11 prat her. — \_Beating him] Out of my
door, you witch, you hag, you baggage, you polecat,
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