that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not act that often jest and laugh; 'Tis old, but true, Still swine eat all the draff. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders: your master is hard at door; if he bid you set it down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. Come, come, take it up. Pray heaven it be not full of knight again. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead. Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any way then to unfool me again? Set down the basket, villain! Somebody call my wife. Youth in a basket! O you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the devil be shamed. What, wife, I say! Come, come forth! Behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching! Why, this passes, Master Ford; you are not to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad dog! Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well, indeed. So say I too, sir. Come hither, Mistress Ford; Mistress Ford the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband! I suspect without cause, mistress, do I? Heaven be my witness you do, if you suspect me in any dishonesty. Well said, brazen-face! hold it out. Come forth, sirrah! This passes! Are you not ashamed? let the clothes alone. I shall find you anon. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wife's clothes? Come away. Empty the basket, I say! Why, man, why? 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. If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death. Here's no man. By my fidelity, this is not well, Master Ford; this wrongs you. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies. Well, he's not here I seek for. No, nor nowhere else but in your brain. 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