SCENE 2. A street in Windsor.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
Nay, keep your way, little gallant: you were
wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether
had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?
I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than
follow him like a dwarf.
O! you are a flattering boy: now I see you'll be a
Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of
company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two
Be sure of that--two other husbands.
Where had you this pretty weathercock?
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my
husband had him of. What do you call your knight's
Sir John Falstaff.
Sir John Falstaff!
He, he; I can never hit on's name. There is such
a league between my good man and he! Is your wife at
Indeed she is.
By your leave, sir: I am sick till I see her.
[Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ROBIN.]