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.

Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death.

Page. Here's no man.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford; this wrong's you.

Evans. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies.

Ford. Well, he 's not here I seek for.

Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain. Ford. Help to search my house this one time: if I find not what I seek, show no color for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport; let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's leman. Satisfy me once more; once more search with me.

Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come you, and the old woman, down; my husband will come into the chamber.

Ford. Old woman! What old woman 's that? Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford.

Ford. A witch, a quean,3 an old cozening quean! Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of er

1 Make no excuses for my extravagant behaviour.

2 Lover.

A worthless woman.

Durno del

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR

Sir John Falstaff disguised/Ford. Shallow, Sir Hugh Evans, &c.

Act IT Scene II

Starling sc.