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- Scene III] Merry Wives of Windsor 35
Scene II. The Same
Enter Sir Hugh Evans a7td Simple
Evans. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius'
house which is the way ; and there dwells one Mis-
tress Quickly, which is in the manner of his nurse,
or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his
washer, and his wringer.
Simple. Well, sir.
Evans. Nay, it is petter yet. — Give her this
letter, for it is a oman that altogether 's acquaintance
with Mistress Anne Page ; and the letter is, to desire
and require her to solicit your master's desires to
Mistress Anne Page. I pray you, be gone. I will
make an end of my dinner ; there 's pippins and
seese to come. \Exeunt.
Scene III. A Room in the Garter Inn
Enter Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol, and
Robin
Falstaff. Mine host of the Garter !
Host. What says my bully-rook ? speak scholarly and
wisely.
Falstaff. Truly, mine host. I must turn away
some of my followers.
Host. Discard, bully Hercules ; cashier. Let
them wag ; trot, trot.
Falstaff. I sit at ten pounds a week.
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