Within Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford! here's
Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing and
looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.

Ay, I'll be sworn. My master knows not of your
being here and hath threatened to put me into
everlasting liberty if I tell you of it; for he
swears he'll turn me away.

My master, Sir John, is come in at your back-door,
Mistress Ford, and requests your company.

Sir John Falstaff.

I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man
than follow him like a dwarf.

Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.