Ford. 
I beseech you, heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner: 
besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a monster. 
Master Doctor, you shall go; so shall you, Master Page; and you,
Sir Hugh.

Shallow. 
Well, fare you well; we shall have the freer wooing at Master Page’s.

[Exeunt shallow and slender.]

Caius. 
Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.

[Exit Rugby.]

Host.
Farewell, my hearts; I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink
canary with him.

[Exit host.]

Ford. [Aside] I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him.  I’ll make him dance.  Will you go, gentles?

All. 
Have with you to see this monster.

[Exeunt.]

Scene 3.  A room in Ford’s house.

[Enter mistress ford and mistress page.]

Mrs. Ford. 
What, John! what, Robert!

Mrs. Page. 
Quickly, quickly:—­Is the buck-basket—­

Mrs. Ford. 
I warrant.  What, Robin, I say!

[Enter servants with a basket.]

Mrs. Page. 
Come, come, come.

Mrs. Ford. 
Here, set it down.

Mrs. Page. 
Give your men the charge; we must be brief.

Mrs. Ford.  Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew-house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and, without any pause or staggering, take this basket on your shoulders:  that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet-Mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames side.

Mrs. Page. 
You will do it?

Mrs. Ford. 
I have told them over and over; they lack no direction.  Be gone, and
come when you are called.

[Exeunt servants.]

Mrs. Page. 
Here comes little Robin.

[Enter Robin.]

Mrs. Ford. 
How now, my eyas-musket! what news with you?

Robin. 
My Master Sir John is come in at your back-door, Mistress Ford,
and requests your company.

Mrs. Page. 
You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been true to us?

Robin.  Ay, I’ll be sworn.  My master knows not of your being here, and hath threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for he swears he’ll turn me away.

Mrs. Page. 
Thou ’rt a good boy; this secrecy of thine shall be a tailor to
thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose.  I’ll go hide me.

Mrs. Ford. 
Do so.  Go tell thy master I am alone.

[Exit Robin.]