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FALSTAFF
Where is it?
MISTRESS FORD
He will seek there, on my word. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well,
vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places and goes
to [55] them by his note. There is no hiding you in the house.
FALSTAFF
I’ll go out, then.
MISTRESS PAGE
If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir John − unless you go out
disguised.
MISTRESS FORD
How might we disguise him? [60]
MISTRESS PAGE
Alas the day, I know not: there is no woman’s gown big enough for him;
otherwise he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.
FALSTAFF
Good hearts, devise something: any extremity rather than a mischief. [65]
MISTRESS FORD
My maid’s aunt, the fat woman of Brainford, has a gown above.
MISTRESS PAGE
On my word, it will serve him. She’s as big as he is; and there’s her
thrummed hat, and her muffler too. Run up, Sir John. [70]
MISTRESS FORD
Go, go, sweet Sir John; Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your
head.
MISTRESS PAGE
