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- 58 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act 11
I warrant you, in silk and gold ; and in such alligant
terms ; and in such wine and sugar of the best and
the fairest, that would have won any woman's heart ;
and, I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink
of her. I had myself twenty angels given me this
morning, but I defy all angels, in any such sort, as
they say, but in the way of honesty ; and, I warrant
you, they could never get her so much as sip on a
cup with the proudest of them all ; and yet there has
been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners ; but, I
warrant you, all is one with her.
Falstaff. But what says she to me ? be brief, my
good she-Mercury.
Quickly. Marry, she hath received your letter, for
the which she thanks you a thousand times ; and
she gives you to notify that her husband will be ab-
sence from his house between ten and eleven.
Falstaff. Ten and eleven ?
Quickly. Ay, forsooth ; and then you may come
and see the picture, she says, that you wot of. Mas-
ter Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas !
the sweet woman leads an ill life with him. He 's
a very jealousy man ; she leads a very frampold life
with him, good heart. >'..■■ 9 • ^'^ • • "
Falstaff. Ten and eleven. — Woman, commend
me to her ; I will not fail her.
Quickly. Why, you say well. But I have another
messenger to your worship. Mistress Page hath her
hearty commendations to you too ; and let me tell
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