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- Scene II] Merry Wives of Windsor 107
Mrs. Page. Quick, quick ! we '11 come dress you
straight ; put on the gown the while. {Exit Falstaff,
Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet him
in this shape ! he cannot abide the old woman of
Brentford ; he swears she 's a witch, forbade her my
house, and hath threatened to beat her.
Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's
cudgel, and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards !
Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ? 89
Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he, and talks
of the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelli-
gence.
Mrs. Ford. We '11 try that ; for I '11 appoint my
men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the
door with it, as they did last time.
Mrs. Page. Nay, but he '11 be here presently; let 's
go dress him like the witch of Brentford. 97
Mrs. Ford. I '11 first direct my men what they
shall do with the basket. Go up ; I '11 bring linen
for him straight. {Exit.
Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet 1 we can-
not misuse him enough.
We '11 leave a proof, by that which we will do,
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.
We do not act that often jest and laugh ;
' T is old, but true, still swine eat all the draff. \_Exit.
Re-enter Mistress Ford with two Servants
^rs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on
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