Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and Ford differs!
Letter for letter, except the names Page and Ford are different!
Mistress Margaret Page · Act 2, Scene 1
Mistress Page has just received Falstaff's love letter and immediately compared it with the one Mistress Ford received, discovering they are identical duplicates. The line is unforgettable because it captures the moment two women realize they are not individuals to Falstaff but interchangeable targets. It becomes the pivot on which the entire revenge plot turns—the wives will outwit him precisely because they see through his deception instantly.
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not act that often jest and laugh; 'Tis old, but true, Still swine eat all the draff.
Wives can be happy, and still be honest: We don't always act like this, joking and laughing; It's old, but true, Still pigs eat all the scraps.
Mistress Margaret Page · Act 4, Scene 2
The wives have just beaten Falstaff disguised as the old woman of Brentford and are reflecting on their scheme, justifying the revenge they have taken. The line is the play's central claim about female virtue—that laughter and mischief do not corrupt honesty, and that women can be clever without being unfaithful. It places the entire revenge plot on moral ground.
The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us.
The truth is, she and I, long ago promised to each other, Are now so certain that nothing can break us apart.
Mistress Margaret Page · Act 5, Scene 5
Fenton reveals that he and Anne Page have been secretly married all along, while both families scrambled to marry her to Slender and Caius. The line lands because it asserts the one true love-match in the entire play—a love based on genuine feeling, not money or scheming. It becomes the play's answer to the question of what real devotion looks like.
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.
Money buys land, and wives are chosen by fate.
Mistress Margaret Page · Act 5, Scene 5
Ford is responding to the revelation that Anne Page has married Fenton instead of either Slender or Caius, and he offers this philosophical acceptance. The line is the play's only moment of genuine wisdom—an acknowledgment that desire and love cannot be controlled by property or ambition. It is also deeply ironic coming from Ford, who has spent the play trying to control exactly such things.