ACT IV.
SCENE 2. A room in FORD'S house.
(continued)
EVANS.
'Tis 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.
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 follow 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.
[Servants carry away the basket.]
FORD.
Help to search my house this one time. If I find not
what I seek, show no colour 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 Brainford.
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