| ACT II.
SCENE 2.  A room in the Garter Inn.
 (continued)FALSTAFF.
But what says she to me? be brief, my good she-Mercury.
 
 QUICKLY.
Marry, she hath received your letter; for the
 which she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives you
 to notify that her husband will be absence from his house
 between ten and eleven.
 
 FALSTAFF.
Ten and eleven?
 
 QUICKLY.
Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see
 the picture, she says, that you wot of: Master Ford, her
 husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet woman leads
 an ill life with him; he's a very jealousy man; she leads a
 very frampold life with him, good heart.
 
 FALSTAFF.
Ten and eleven. Woman, commend me to her; I
 will not fail her.
 
 QUICKLY.
Why, you say well. But I have another messenger
 to your worship: Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations
 to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, she's as
 fartuous a civil modest wife, and one, I tell you, that will
 not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in
 Windsor, whoe'er be the other; and she bade me tell your
 worship that her husband is seldom from home, but she
 hopes there will come a time. I never knew a woman so
 dote upon a man: surely I think you have charms, la! yes,
 in truth.
 
 FALSTAFF.
Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my
 good parts aside, I have no other charms.
 
 QUICKLY.
Blessing on your heart for 't!
 
 FALSTAFF.
But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife and
 Page's wife acquainted each other how they love me?
 
 QUICKLY.
That were a jest indeed! They have not so little
 grace, I hope: that were a trick indeed! But Mistress Page
 would desire you to send her your little page, of all loves:
 her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page;
 and, truly, Master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in
 Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will,
 say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she
 list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and truly she
 deserves it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she
 is one. You must send her your page; no remedy.
 
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