Page 2544 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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FORD
Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt: [5]
I rather will suspect the sun with cold
Than thee with wantonness; now doth thy honour stand,
In him that was of late an heretic,
As firm as faith.
PAGE
’Tis well, ’tis well; no more.
Be not as extreme in submission [10]
As in offence.
But let our plot go forward: let our wives
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. [15]
FORD
There is no better way than that they spoke of.
PAGE
How? To send him word they’ll meet him in the Park at midnight? Fie, fie,
he’ll never come.
EVANS
You say he has been thrown in the rivers, and has been grievously peaten, as
an old ’oman: methinks there [20] should be terrors in him that he should not
come; methinks his flesh is punished, he shall have no desires.
PAGE
So think I too.
MISTRESS FORD
Devise but how you’ll use him when he comes,
And let us two devise to bring him thither. [25]
MISTRESS PAGE
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
