SCENE 2. A room in FORD'S house.
[Enter FALSTAFF and MISTRESS FORD.]
Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my
sufferance. I see you are obsequious in your love, and I
profess requital to a hair's breadth; not only, Mistress Ford, in
the simple office of love, but in all the accoutrement,
complement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your
He's a-birding, sweet Sir John.
[Within.] What ho! gossip Ford, what ho!
Step into the chamber, Sir John.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE.]
How now, sweetheart! who's at home besides yourself?
Why, none but mine own people.
No, certainly.--[Aside to her.] Speak louder.
Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here.
Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes
again. He so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails
against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters,
of what complexion soever; and so buffets himself on the
forehead, crying 'Peer out, peer out!' that any madness I
ever yet beheld seemed but tameness, civility, and patience,
to this his distemper he is in now. I am glad the fat knight
is not here.
Why, does he talk of him?
Of none but him; and swears he was carried out,
the last time he searched for him, in a basket; protests to
my husband he is now here; and hath drawn him and the
rest of their company from their sport, to make another
experiment of his suspicion. But I am glad the knight is not
here; now he shall see his own foolery.