SCENE 2.  The street in Windsor  Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN    MRS. PAGE. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were     wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether     had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?   ROBIN. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than     follow him like a dwarf.   MRS. PAGE. O, you are a flattering boy; now I see you'll be a     courtier.                            Enter FORD    FORD. Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?   MRS. PAGE. Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?   FORD. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of     company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two     would marry.   MRS. PAGE. Be sure of that-two other husbands.   FORD. Where had you this pretty weathercock?   MRS. PAGE. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my     husband had him of. What do you call your knight's     name, sirrah?   ROBIN. Sir John Falstaff.   FORD. Sir John Falstaff!   MRS. PAGE. He, he; I can never hit on's name. There is such     a league between my good man and he! Is your wife at     home indeed?   FORD. Indeed she is.   MRS. PAGE. By your leave, sir. I am sick till I see her.                                       Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ROBIN   FORD. Has Page any brains? Hath he any eyes? Hath he any     thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why,     this boy will carry a letter twenty mile as easy as a cannon     will shoot pointblank twelve score. He pieces out his wife's     inclination; he gives her folly motion and advantage; and     now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A     man may hear this show'r sing in the wind. And Falstaff's     boy with her! Good plots! They are laid; and our revolted     wives share damnation together. Well; I will take him,     then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty     from the so seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself     for a secure and wilful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings     all my neighbours shall cry aim.  [Clock strikes]     The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me     search; there I shall find Falstaff. I shall be rather prais'd     for this than mock'd; for it is as positive as the earth is firm     that Falstaff is there. I will go.       Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, SLENDER, HOST, SIR HUGH EVANS,                               CAIUS, and RUGBY    SHALLOW, PAGE, &C. Well met, Master Ford.   FORD. Trust me, a good knot; I have good cheer at home,     and I pray you all go with me.   SHALLOW. I must excuse myself, Master Ford.   SLENDER. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to dine with     Mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for more     money than I'll speak of.   SHALLOW. We have linger'd about a match between Anne     Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have     our answer.   SLENDER. I hope I have your good will, father Page.   PAGE. You have, Master Slender; I stand wholly for you. But     my wife, Master Doctor, is for you altogether.   CAIUS. Ay, be-gar; and de maid is love-a me; my nursh-a     Quickly tell me so mush.   HOST. What say you to young Master Fenton? He capers,     he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks     holiday, he smells April and May; he will carry 't, he will     carry 't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry 't.   PAGE. Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is     of no having: he kept company with the wild Prince and     Poins; he is of too high a region, he knows too much. No,     he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of     my substance; if he take her, let him take her simply; the     wealth I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes     not that way.   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