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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 47
sympathy ? Let it suffice thee^ Mistress Page, — at the
leasts if the love of soldier can suffice, — that I love thee.
I will not say, pity me, — V is not a soldier-like
phrase; but I say, love me. By me, 13
Thine owft true knight.
By day or night.
Or any kind of light,
With all his might
For thee to fight, John Falstaff.'
What a Herod of Jewry is this ! — O wicked, wicked
world 1 One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with
age to show himself a young gallant ! What an un-
weighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard
picked — with the devil's name! — out of my con-
versation, that he dares in this manner assay me ?
Why, he hath not been thrice in my company ! —
What should I say to him ? — I was then frugal of
my mirth, — Heaven forgive me I— Why, I '11 exhibit
a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men.
How shall I be revenged on him ? for revenged I
will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings. 30
Enter Mistress Ford
F Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page ! trust me, I was going
to your house.
Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you.
You look very ill.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I '11 ne'er believe that ; I have to
show to the contrary.
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