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- io8 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act IV
your shoulders. Your master is hard at door ; if he
bid you set it down, obey him. Quickly, dispatch.
\_Exit.
1 Servant. Come, come, take it up. no
2 Servant. Pray heaven it be not full of knight
again.
I Servant. I hope not ; I had as lief bear so much
lead.
Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Sir Hugh
Evans
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true. Master Page, have
you any way then to unfool me again ? — Set down
the basket, villains ! — Somebody call my wife. —
Youth in a basket ! — O you panderly rascals !
there 's a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against
me ; now shall the devil be shamed. — What, wife,
I say ! Come, come forth ! Behold what honest
clothes you send forth to bleaching ! 122
Page. Why, this passes ! Master Ford, you are not
to go loose any longer ; you must be pinioned.
Evans. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a
mad dog!
Shallow. Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well,
indeed.
Ford. So say I too, sir. —
Re-enter Mistress Ford
Come hither, Mistress Ford, — Mistress Ford, the
honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous crea-
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