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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 51
Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by
night ;
Take heed, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do
sing. —
Away, Sir Corporal Nym ! —
BeHeve it. Page ; he speaks sense. \^Exit.
Ford, \_Aside\ I will be patient ; I will find out
this. 125
Nym. \To Page'] And this is true ; I like not the
humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some
humours ; I should have borne the humoured letter
to her, but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon
my necessity. He loves your wife ; there's the
short and the long. My name is Corporal Nym ; I
speak and I avouch ; 't is true ; my name is Nym,
and Falstaff loves your wife. Adieu. I love not the
humour of bread and cheese, and there 's the hu-
mour of it. Adieu. [Exit.
Page. The humour of it, quoth a' ! here 's a fel-
low frights English out of his wits.
Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.
Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting
rogue. 140
Ford. If I do find it, — well.
Page. I will not believe such a Catalan, though the
priest o' the town commended him for a true man.
Ford. 'T was a good sensible fellow ; well.
Page. How now, Meg ?
\_Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford come forward.
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