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Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.

Ford. If I do find it—well.

Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest o’ th’ town commended him for a true man.

Ford. ’Twas a good sensible fellow—well.

[Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford come forward.]

Page. How now, Meg?

Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George, hark you?

Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank, why art thou melancholy?

Ford. I melancholy? I am not melancholy. Get you home; go.

Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Will you go, Mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. Have with you. You’ll come to dinner, George? [Aside to Mrs. Ford.] Look who comes yonder. She shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

Mrs. Ford [Aside to Mrs. Page.] Trust me, I thought on her. She’ll fit it.

[Enter Mistress] Quickly.

Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and I pray, how does good Mistress Anne?

Mrs. Page. Go in with us and see. We have an hour’s talk with you.