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- Scene II] Merry Wives of Windsor 109
ture, that hath the jealous fool to her husband ! — I
suspect without cause, mistress, do I ? 133
Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness you do, if you
suspect me in any dishonesty.
Ford. Well said, brazen-face ! hold it out. —
Come forth, sirrah ! [Pulling clothes out of the basket.
Page. This passes !
Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed ? let the clothes
alone. 140
Fo7'd. I shall find you anon.
Evans. 'T is unreasonable ! Will you take up
your wife's clothes ? Come away.
Ford. Empty the basket, I say !
Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why ?
Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one
conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket ;
why may not he be there again ? In my house I am
sure he is ; my intelligence is true, my jealousy is
reasonable. — Pluck me out all the linen. 150
Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die a
flea's death.
Page. Here 's no man.
Shallow. By my fidelity, this is not well, Master
Ford ; this wrongs you.
Evans. Master Ford, you must pray, and not fol-
low the imaginations of your own heart; this is
jealousies.
Ford. Well, he 's not here I seek for.
Page. No, nor nowhere else but in your brain. 160
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