Mist.Ford. How neere is he Mistris Page? Mist.Pag. Hard by, at street end; he wil be here anon Mist.Ford. I am vndone, the Knight is heere Mist.Page. Why then you are vtterly sham'd, & hee's but a dead man. What a woman are you? Away with him, away with him: Better shame, then murther Mist.Ford. Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket againe? Fal. No, Ile come no more i'th Basket: May I not go out ere he come? Mist.Page. Alas: three of Mr. Fords brothers watch the doore with Pistols, that none shall issue out: otherwise you might slip away ere hee came: But what make you heere? Fal. What shall I do? Ile creepe vp into the chimney Mist.Ford. There they alwaies vse to discharge their Birding-peeces: creepe into the Kill-hole Fal. Where is it? Mist.Ford. He will seeke there on my word: Neyther Presse, Coffer, Chest, Trunke, Well, Vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes to them by his Note: There is no hiding you in the house Fal. Ile go out then Mist.Ford. If you goe out in your owne semblance, you die Sir Iohn, vnlesse you go out disguis'd Mist.Ford. How might we disguise him? Mist.Page. Alas the day I know not, there is no womans gowne bigge enough for him: otherwise he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchiefe, and so escape Fal. Good hearts, deuise something: any extremitie, rather then a mischiefe Mist.Ford. My Maids Aunt the fat woman of Brainford, has a gowne aboue Mist.Page. On my word it will serue him: shee's as big as he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler too: run vp Sir Iohn Mist.Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir Iohn: Mistris Page and I will looke some linnen for your head Mist.Page. Quicke, quicke, wee'le come dresse you straight: put on the gowne the while Mist.Ford. I would my husband would meete him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Brainford; he sweares she's a witch, forbad her my house, and hath threatned to beate her Mist.Page. Heauen guide him to thy husbands cudgell: and the diuell guide his cudgell afterwards Mist.Ford. But is my husband comming? Mist.Page. I in good sadnesse is he, and talkes of the basket too, howsoeuer he hath had intelligence Mist.Ford. Wee'l try that: for Ile appoint my men to carry the basket againe, to meete him at the doore with it, as they did last time Mist.Page. Nay, but hee'l be heere presently: let's go dresse him like the witch of Brainford Mist.Ford. Ile first direct my men, what they shall doe with the basket: Goe vp, Ile bring linnen for him straight Mist.Page. Hang him dishonest Varlet, We cannot misuse enough: We'll leaue a proofe by that which we will doo, Wiues may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not acte that often, iest, and laugh, 'Tis old, but true, Still Swine eats all the draugh