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Shal. Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well indeed.

Ford. So say I too, sir.

[Enter Mistress Ford.]

Come hither, Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealious fool to her husband! I suspect without cause, mistress, do I?

Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness you do, [and] if you suspect me in any dishonesty.

Ford. Well said, brazen-face! hold it out. Come forth, sirrah!

[Pulling clothes out of the basket.]

Page. This passes!

Mrs. Ford. Are you not asham’d? Let the clothes alone.

Ford. I shall find you anon.

Evans. ’Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wive’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 convey’d 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.