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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 29
Falsiaff. Pistol!
Pistol. He hears with ears.
Evans. The tevil and his tarn ! what phrase is
this, he hears with ear? why, it is affectations. 150
Falsiaff. Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's
purse ?
Slejtder. Ay, by these gloves, did he, or I would I
might never come in mine own great chamber again
else, of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Ed-
ward shovel-boards, that cost me two shillings and
two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.
Falsiaff. Is this true. Pistol ?
Evans. No ; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
Pistol. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner ! — Sir John and
master mine, 160
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. —
Word of denial in thy labras here !
Word of denial ! froth and scum, thou liest I
Slender. By these gloves, then, 't was he.
Nym. Be avised, sir, and pass good humours.
I will say marry trap with you, if you run the nut-
hook's humour on me ; that is the very note of it.
Slender. By this hat, then, he in the red face had
it ; for though I cannot remember what I did when
you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an
ass. 171
Falsiaff. What say you, Scarlet and John ?
Bardolph. Why, sir, for my part, I say the gentle-
man had drunk himself out of his five sentences.
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