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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor ^^
his intent towards our wives are a yoke of his dis-
carded men, very rogues now they be out of service.
For^f. Were they his men ? 174
Page. Marry, were they.
For{/, I like it never the better for that. Does he
lie at the Garter ?
Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend
this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose
to him ; and what he gets more of her than sharp
words, let it lie on my head. 181
Pord, I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be
loath to turn them together. A man may be too
confident. I would have nothing lie on my head.
I cannot be thus satisfied.
Page. Look where my ranting host of the Garter
comes ; there is either liquor in his pate or money
in his purse when he looks so merrily. —
P?tfer Host
How now, mine host !
Hosf. How now, bully-rook ! thou 'rt a gentleman.
— Cavalero-justice, I say ! 191
Pnfer Shallow
Shahow. I follow, mine host, I follow. — Good
even and twenty, good Master Page ! Master Page,
will you go with us ? we have sport in hand.
Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice ; tell him, bully-
_^ rook.
|P Shallow. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between
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