Ford. 
Never.

Falstaff. 
Have you importuned her to such a purpose?

Ford. 
Never.

Falstaff. 
Of what quality was your love, then?

Ford. 
Like a fair house built on another man’s ground; so that I have
lost my edifice by mistaking the place where I erected it.

Falstaff. 
To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?

Ford.  When I have told you that, I have told you all.  Some say that though she appear honest to me, yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there is shrewd construction made of her.  Now, Sir John, here is the heart of my purpose:  you are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your place and person, generally allowed for your many war-like, court-like, and learned preparations.

Falstaff. 
O, sir!

Ford.  Believe it, for you know it.  There is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford’s wife:  use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you; if any man may, you may as soon as any.

Falstaff.  Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy?  Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

Ford.  O, understand my drift.  She dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against.  Now, could I come to her with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves; I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too too strongly embattled against me.  What say you to’t, Sir John?

Falstaff.  Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next, give me your hand; and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford’s wife.

Ford. 
O good sir!

Falstaff. 
I say you shall.

Ford. 
Want no money, Sir John; you shall want none.

Falstaff.  Want no Mistress Ford, Master Brook; you shall want none.  I shall be with her, I may tell you, by her own appointment; even as you came in to me her assistant or go-between parted from me:  I say I shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth.  Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed.

Ford. 
I am blest in your acquaintance.  Do you know Ford, sir?

Falstaff.  Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave!  I know him not; yet I wrong him to call him poor; they say the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money; for the which his wife seems to me well-favoured.  I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue’s coffer; and there’s my harvest-home.