I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond :
thou hast the right arched beauty of the brow
that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or
any tire of Venetian admittance.

Mrs Ford. A plain kerchief. Sir John : my brows

become nothing else ; nor that well neither. 60

Fal. By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so : thou
wouldst make an absolute courtier ; and the firm
fixture of thy foot would give an excellent
motion to thy gait in a semicircled farthingale. I
see what thou wert, if Fortune thy foe were
not. Nature thy friend. Come, thou canst not
hide it.

Mrs Ford. Believe me, there 's no such thing in me.



Act III. Sc. iii. MERRY WIVES

Fal. What made me love thee ? let that persuade

thee there's something extraordinary in thee. 70
Come, I cannot cog, and say thou art this and
that, like a many of these lisping hawthornbuds,
that come like women in men's apparel, and
smell like Bucklersbury in simple time; I cannot:
but I love thee ; none but thee ; and thou de-
servest it.

Mrs Ford. Do not betray me, sir. I fear you love
Mistress Page.

Fal. Thou mightst as well say I love to walk by the

Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me as the 80
reek of a lime-kiln.

Mrs Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love you ;
and you shall one day find it.

Fal. Keep in that mind ; I '11 deserve it.

Mrs Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else
I could not be in that mind.

Rob. {JVithi/i] Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford ! here 's
Mistress Page at the door, sweating, and blow-
ing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak
with you presently. 90

Fal. She shall not see me : I will ensconce me behind
the arras.

Mrs Ford. Pray you, do so : she 's a very tattling

woman. [Falstaff hides himself.

Re-enter Mistress Page and Robin.

What 's the matter ? how now !
Mrs Page. O Mistress Ford, what have you done .?
You're sham'd, you 're overthrown, you're un-
done for ever !



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. iii.

Mrs Ford. What 's the matter, good Mistress Page i

Mrs Page. O well-a-day, Mistress Ford ! having an loo
honest man to your husband, to give him such
cause of suspicion !

Mrs Ford. What cause of suspicion ?

Mrs Page. What cause of suspicion ! Out upon
you ! how am I mistook in you !

Mrs Ford. Why, alas, what's the matter?

Mrs Page. Your husband's coming hither, woman,
with all the officers in Windsor, to search for a
gentleman that he says is here now in the house,
by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his no
absence : you are undone.

Mrs Ford. 'Tis not so, I hope.

Mrs Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have
such a man here ! but 'tis most certain your
husband 's coming, with half Windsor at his
heels, to search for such a one. I come before
to tell you. If you know yourself clear, why,
I am glad of it ; but if you have a friend here,
convey, convey him out. Be not amazed ; call
all your senses to you; defend your reputation, 120
or bid farewell to your good life for ever.

Mrs Ford. What shall I do .'* There is a gentle-
man my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own
shame so much as his peril : I had rather than
a thousand pound he were out of the house.

Mrs Page. For shame ! never stand ' you had
rather ' and ' you had rather : ' your husband's
here at hand ; bethink you of some conveyance :
in the house you cannot hide him. O, how have
you deceived me! Look, here is a basket: if 130



Act III. Sc. iii. MERRY WIVES

he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep in

here ; and throw foul linen upon him, as if it

were going to bucking : or, — it is whiting-time,

— send him by your two men to Datchet-mead.
Mrs Ford. He 's too big to go in there. What shall

I do?
Fal. [Coming forivarcf] Let me see 't, let me see 't, O,

let me sce't! — I'll in, I'll in. — Follow your

friend's counsel. — I'll in.
Mrs Page. What, Sir John Falstaff ! Are these your 140

letters, knight ?
Fal. I love thee. — Help me away. — Let me creep in

here. — I'll never —

[Gets into the basket ; they cover him ivith foul linen.
Mrs Page. Help to cover your master, boy. — Call

your men. Mistress Ford. — You dissembling

knight !
Mrs Ford. What, John ! Robert ! John ! [Exit Robin.

Re-enter Servants.

Go take up these clothes here quickly. — Where's
the cowl-stafF? look, how you drumble ! — Carry
them to the laundress in Datchet-mead ; quickly, 1 50
come.

Efiter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.

Ford. Pray you, come near : if I suspect without cause,
why then make sport at me ; then let me be your
jest ; I deserve it. — How now ! whither bear you
this ?

Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.

Mrs Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. iii.

bear it ? You were best meddle with buck-
washing.

Ford. Buck ! — I would I could wash myself of the r6o
buck ! — Buck, buck, buck ! Ay buck j I
warrant you, buck ; and of the season too, it
shall appear. \_Exeut7t Serva?its ivith the basket.~\
Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night ; I '11 tell
you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys :
ascend my chambers ; search, seek, find out :
I '11 warrant we '11 unkennel the fox. Let me
stop this way first. [Locking the door.] So, now
uncape.

Page. Good Master Ford, be contented : you wrong 170
yourself too much.

Ford. True, Master Page. Up, gentlemen ; you shall
see sport anon : follow me, gentlemen. [Exit.

Evans. This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies.

Caius. By gar, 'tis no the fashion of France ; it is not
jealous in France.

Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue of

his search. [Exeunt Page, Caius, afid Evans.

Mrs Page. Is there not a double excellency in this ?

Mrs Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that 180
my husband is deceived, or Sir John.

Mrs Page. What a taking was he in when your hus-
band asked who was in the basket !

Mrs Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of
washing ; so throwing him into the water will
do him a benefit.

Mrs Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal ! I would all
of the same strain were in the same distress.

Mrs Ford. I think my husband hath some special sus-



Act III. Sc. iii. MERRY WIVES

picion of Falstaff's being here; for I never saw 190
him so gross in his jealousy till now.

Mrs Page. I will lay a plot to try that ; and we will
yet have more tricks with Falstaff : his dissolute
disease will scarce obey this medicine.

Mrs Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, Mistress
Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into
the water ; and give him another hope, to betray
him to another punishment ?

Mrs Page. We will do it : let him be sent for to-
morrow, eight o'clock, to have amends. 200

Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, a?ul Sir Hugh Evans.

Ford. I cannot find him : may be the knave bragged

of that he could not compass.
Mrs Page. \_Aside to Mrs Ford'] Heard you that ^
Mrs Ford. You use me well. Master Ford, do you .''
Ford. Ay, I do so.
Mrs Ford. Heaven make you better than your

thoughts !
Ford. Amen !
Mrs Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, Master

Ford. 210

Ford. Ay, ay ; I must bear it.
Evans. If there be any pody in the house, and in the

chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses,

heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgement!
Caius. By gar, nor I too : there is no bodies.
Page. Fie, fie. Master Ford ! are you not ashamed ?

What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination .''

I would not ha' your distemper in this kind for

the wealth of Windsor Castle.



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. iv.

Ford. 'Tis my fault, Master Page : I suffer for it. 220

Evans. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife is
as honest a 'omans as I will desires among five
thousand, and five hundred too.

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.

Ford. Well, I promised you a dinner. — Come, come,
walk in the park : I pray you, pardon me ; I will
hereafter make known to you why I have done
this. — Come, wife ; come. Mistress Page. — I pray
you, pardon me ; pray heartily pardon me.

Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll 230
mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning
to my house to breakfast : after, we '11 a-birding
together ; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall
it be so ?

Ford. Any thing.

Evans. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a the turd.

Ford. Pray you, go. Master Page.

Evans. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on

the lousy knave, mine host. 240

Caius. Dat is good ; by gar, with all my heart !

Evans. A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his

mockeries ! \_Exeunt.

Scene IV.

A room in Pagers house.

Enter Fenton and Anne Page.

Fent. I see I cannot get thy father's love ;

Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan,
Anne. Alas, how then ?



Act III. Sc. iv. MERRY WIVES

Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.

He doth object I am too great of birth ;

And that, my state being gall'd with my expense,

I seek to heal it only by his wealth :

Besides these, other bars he lays before me, —

My riots past, my wild societies ;

And tells me 'tis a thing impossible lo

I should love thee but as a property.
Anne. May be he tells you true.
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come !

Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth

Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne :

Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value

Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags ;

And 'tis the very riches of thyself

That now I aim at.
Atme. Gentle Master Fenton, 20

Yet seek my father's love ; still seek it, sir :

If opportunity and humblest suit

Cannot attain it, why, then, — hark you hither !

\_They converse apart.

Enter Shalloiu, Slender, and Mistress Quickly.

Shal. Break their talk, Mistress Quickly : my kinsman

shall speak for himself.
Slen. I '11 make a shaft or a bolt on 't : 'slid, 'tis but

venturing.
Shal. Be not dismayed.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me : I care not for

that, but that I am afeard. qo

Quick. Hark ye ; Master Slender would speak a word

with you.



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. iv.

Anne. I come to him. \Aside.'\ This is my father's

choice.

O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year !
Qtiick. And how does good Master Fenton ? Pray

you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming ; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst

a father ! 40

Slen. I had a father. Mistress Anne; my uncle can tell

you good jests of him. Pray you, uncle, tell

Mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two

geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do ; as well as I love any woman in

Gloucestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under

the degree of a squire. 50

Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds

jointure.
Anne. Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it ; I thank you for that

good comfort. She calls you, coz : I '11 leave you.
Anne. Now, Master Slender, —
Slen. Now, good Mistress Anne, —
Anne. What is your will ?
Slen. My will ! od's heartlings, that 's a pretty jest

indeed ! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank 60

heaven j I am not such a sickly creature, I give

heaven praise.
Anne. I mean, Master Slender, what would you with

me ?



Act III. Sc. iv. MERRY WIVES

Sleii. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or
nothing with you. Your father and my uncle
hath made motions : if it be my luck, so ; if not,
happy man be his dole ! They can tell you
how things go better than I can : you may ask
your father •, here he comes. 70

Enter Page and Mistress Page.

Page. Now, Master Slender : love him, daughter Anne. —

Why, how now ! what does Master Fenton here ?

You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house :

I told you, sir, my daughter is disposed of.
Pent. Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
Airs Page. Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.
Page. She is no match for you.
Pent. Sir, will you hear me ?
Page. No, good Master Fenton.

Come, Master Shallow j come, son Slender, in.

Knowing my mind, you wrong me. Master 80
Fenton. [Exeunt Page, Sbal., and S/en.

Quick. Speak to Mistress Page.
Pent. Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter

In such a righteous fashion as I do.

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes and manners,

I must advance the colours of my love.

And not retire : let me have your good will.
^nne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
Mrs Page. 1 mean it not ; I seek you a better

husband. 90

Qiiick. That 's my master, master doctor.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth,

And bowi'd to death with turnips !



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. v.

Mrs Page. Come, trouble not yourself. Good Master
Fenton.
I will not be your friend nor enemy :
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
And as I find her, so am I affected.
Till then farewell, sir : she must needs go in ;
Her father will be angry. lOO

Pent. Farewell, gentle mistress : farewell. Nan.

[Exeunt Mrs Page and Anne.

Qttick. This is my doing now : ' Nay,' said I, ' will
you cast away your child on a fool, and a physi-
cian? Look on Master Fenton:' this is my doing.

Pent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once to-night
Give my sweet Nan this ring : there 's for thy
pains.

Qtiick. Now heaven send thee good fortune ! [Exit
Penton.^ A kind heart he hath : a woman would
run through fire and water for such a kind heart, i lo
But yet I would my master had Mistress Anne ;
or I would Master Slender had her ; or, in
sooth, I would Master Fenton had her : I will do
what I can for them all three ; for so I have
promised, and I '11 be as good as my word ; but
speciously for Master Fenton. Well, I must of
another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two
mistresses : what a beast am I to slack it ! [Exit.

Scene V.

A room in the Garter Inn.
Enter Palstaff and Bardolph.
Pal. Bardolph, I say, — •



Act III. Sc. V. MERRY WIVES

Bard. Here, sir.

Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack ; put a toast in 't.
[Exit Bard.'] Have I Jived to be carried in a
basket, like a barrow of butcher's ofFal, and to
be thrown in the Thames ? Well, if I be served
such another trick, I '11 have my brains ta'en out,
and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new-
year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the
river with as little remorse as they would have lo
drowned a blind bitch's puppies, fifteen i' the
litter : and you may know by my size that I have
a kind of alacrity in sinking ; if the bottom were
as deep as hell, I should down. I had been
drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and
shallow, — a death that I abhor ; for the water
swells a man ; and what a thing should I have
been when I had been swelled ! I should have
been a mountain of mummy.

Re-etiter Bardolph nvith sack.

Bard. Here 's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you. 20
Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames
water ; for my belly 's as cold as if I had
swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins.
Call her in.
Bard. Come in, woman !

Enter Mrs Qjiickly.

Quick. By your leave ; I cry you mercy : give your

worship good morrow.
Fal. Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle

of sack finely.



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. v.



•o



Bard. With eggs, sir ? o

Fa/. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my

brewage. [Exi/ Bardolph.'] How now !
QiiuL Marry, sir, I come to your worship from

Mistress Ford.
Fal. Mistress Ford ! I have had ford enough ; I was

thrown into the ford ; I have my belly full of ford.
Quick. Alas the day ! good heart, that was not her

fault : she does so take on with her men ; they

mistook their erection.
Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's 40

promise.
Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would

yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes

this morning a-birding ; she desires you once

more to come to her between eight and nine : I

must carry her word quickly : she '11 make you

amends, I warrant you.
Fal. Well, I will visit her : tell her so ; and bid her

think what a man is : let her consider his frailty,

and then judge of my merit. cq

Quick. I will tell her.

Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest thou }
Quick. Eight and nine, sir.
Fal. Well, be gone : I will not miss her.
Qitick. Peace be with you, sir. [Exit.

Fal. I marvel I hear not of Master Brook ; he sent
me word to stay within : I like his money well.
— O, here Le comes.

Enter Ford.
Ford. Bless you, sir !



Act III. Sc. V. MERRY WIVES

bal. Now, Master Brook, — you come to know what 60
hath passed between me and Ford's wife ?

Ford. That, indeed, Sir John, is my business.

Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you : I was at
her house the hour she appointed me.

Ford. And sped you, sir ?

Fal. Very ill-favouredly. Master Brook.

Ford. Plow so, sir? Did she change her determination ?

Fal. No, Master Brook ; but the peaking Cornuto
her husband, Master Brook, dwelling in a con-
tinual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant 70
of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed,
protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of
our comedy ; and at his heels a rabble of his
companions, thither provoked and instigated by
his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house
for his wife's love.

Ford. What, while you were there ?

F'd. While I was there.

Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find

you ? 80

Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have it,
comes in one Mistress Page ; gives intelligence
of Ford's approach ; and, in her invention and
Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into
a buck-basket.

Ford. A buck-basket !

Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket ! — rammed me in
with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stock-
ings, greasy napkins ; that, Master Brook, there
was the rankest compound of villanous smell that 90
ever oiFended nostril.



OF WINDSOR Act III. Sc. v.

Ford. And how long lay you there ?

Fal. Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have
suffered to bring this woman to evil for your
good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a
couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called
forth by their mistress to carry me in the name
of foul clothes to Datchet-lane : they took me on
their shoulders ; met the jealous knave their
master in the door, who asked them once or loo
twice what they had in their basket : I quaked
for fear, lest the lunatic knave would have
searched it ; but fate, ordaining he should be
a cuckold, held his hand. Well : on went he
for a search, and away went I for foul clothes.
But mark the sequel. Master Brook : I suffered
the pangs of three several deaths ; first, an in-
tolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous
rotten bell-wether ; next, to be compassed, like
a good bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt i lo
to point, heel to head ; and then, to be stopped
in, like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes
that fretted in their own grease : think of that,
— a man of my kidney, — think of that, — that am
as subject to heat as butter ; a man of continual
dissolution and thaw : it was a miracle to 'scape
suffocation. And in the height of this bath,
when I was more than half stewed in grease,
like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames,
and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a 1 20
horse-shoe j think of that, — hissing hot, — think
of that. Master Brook.

Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my



Act III. Sc. V. MERRY WIVES

sake you have suffered all this. My suit, then,
is desperate ; you'll undertake her no more ?

Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I
have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus.
Her husband is this morning gone a-birding : I
have received from her another embassy of
meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, 130
Master Brook.

Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir.

Fal. Is it ? I will then address me to my appoint-
ment. Come to me at your convenient leisure,
and you shall know how I speed ; and the con-
clusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her.
Adieu. You shall have her, Master Brook ;
Master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. \_Exit.

Ford. Hum ! ha ! is this a vision ? is this a dream ?

do I sleep } Master Ford, awake ! awake, 140
Master Ford ! there's a hole made in your best
coat, Master Ford. This 'tis to be married ! this
'tis to have linen and buck-baskets ! Well, I
will proclaim myself what I am : I will now take
the lecher ; he is at my house ; he cannot 'scape
me ; 'tis impossible he should ; he cannot creep
into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepper-box :
but, lest the devil that guides him should aid
him, I will search impossible places. Though
what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I 150
would not shall not make me tame : if I have
horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with
me, — I'll be horn-mad. \_Exit.



OF WINDSOR Act IV. Sc. i.

ACT FOURTH.
Scene I.

A street.
Enter Mistress Page, Mistress Qtiickly, and IVilliam.

Mrs Page. Is he at Master Ford's already, think'st
thou ?

Quick. Sure he is by this, or will be presently : but,
truly, he is very courageous mad about his
throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires
you to come suddenly.

Mrs Page. I '11 be with her by and by ; I '11 but
bring my young man here to school. Look,
where his master comes ; 'tis a playing-day, I see.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

How now, Sir Hugh ! no school to-day ? lo

Evans. No ; Master Slender is let the boys leave to

play.
Quick. Blessing of his heart !
Mrs Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says my son

profits nothing in the world at his book. I pray

you, ask him some questions in his accidence.
Evans. Come hither, William ; hold up your head ;

come.
Mrs Page. Come on, sirrah ; hold up your head ;

answer your master, be not afraid. 20

Evans. William, how many numbers is in nouns ?
Will. Two.
Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one number

more, because they say, *Od's nouns.'



Act IV. Sc. i. MERRY WIVES

Evans. Peace your tattlings ! What is ' fair,'

William ?
Will. Pulcher.
Quick. Polecats ! there are fairer things than polecats,

sure.
Evans. You are a very simplicity 'oman : I pray you, 30

peace. — What is ' lapis,' William ?
Will. A stone,

Evans. And what is ' a stone,' William?
Will. A pebble.
Evans. No, it is ' lapis ' : I pray you, remember in

your prain.
Will. Lapis.
Evans. That is a good William. What is he,

William, that does lend articles ?
Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun, and 40

be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hie,

hsc, hoc.
Evans. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog ; pray you, mark :

genitivo, hujus. Well, what is your accusative

case ?
Will. Accusative, hinc.
Evans. I pray you, have your remembrance, child ;

accusative, hung, hang, hog.
Quick. ' Hang-hog' is Latin for bacon, I warrant you.
Evans. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. — What is the 50

focative case, William.
Will. O, — vocativo, O.

Evans. Remember, William ; focative is caret.
Quick. And that's a good root.
Evans. 'Oman, forbear.
Mrs Page. Peace !



OF WINDSOR Act IV. Sc. i.

Evans. What is your genitive case plural, William ?

Will. Genitive case !

Evans. Kj.

Will. Genitive,— horum, harum, horum. 60

Quick. Vengeance of Jenny's case ! fie on her ! never
name her, child, if she be a whore.

Evans. For shame, 'oman.

Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words : — he
teaches him to hick and to hack, which they '11 do
fast enough of themselves, and to call ' horum ' :
— fie upon you !

Evans. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no under-
standings for thy cases, and the numbers of the
genders ? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures 70
as I would desires.

Mrs Page. Prithee, hold thy peace.

Evans. Show me now, William, some declensions of
your pronouns.

Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

Evans. It is qui, quae, quod : if you forget your
' quies,' your ' quss,' and your ' quods,' you
must be preeches. Go your ways, and play ;

go-
Mrs Page. He is a better scholar than I thought he 80

was.
Evans. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, Mistress

Page.
Mrs Page. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Hugh.

Get you home, boy. Come, we stay too long.

\_Exeuni.



Act IV. Sc. ii. MERRY WIVES

Scene II.

A room in ForcPs house.
Enter Falsi aff and Mrs Ford.

Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my
sufferance. I see you are obsequious in your
love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth •,
not only. Mistress Ford, in the simple office of
love, but in all the accoutrement, complement,
and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your
husband now ?