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- 66 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act il
ransacked, my reputation gnawn at ; and I shall not
only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under
the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that
does me this wrong. Terms ! names ! Amaimon
sounds well, Lucifer well, Barbason well, yet they
are devils' additions, the names of fiends ; but cuck- 300
old 1 wittol-cuckold ! the devil himself hath not such
a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass ; he will trust
his wife, he will not be jealous. I will rather trust a
Fleming with my butter. Parson Hugh the Welsh-
man with my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-vitae
bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than
my wife with herself. Then she plots, then she rumi-
nates, then she devises ; and what they think in their
hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts
but they will effect. God be praised for my jeal-310
ousy ! — Eleven o'clock the hour. I will prevent this,
detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff , and laugh
at Page. I will about it ; better three hours too soon
than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie ! cuckold ! cuck-
old !cuckold! [Extf,
Scene III. A Field near Windsor
Enter Caius and Rugby
Caius. Jack Rugby !
Rugby. Sir ? 1
Caius. Vat is de clock. Jack ?
Rugby. 'T is past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh
promised to meet.
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