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- Scene III] Merry Wives of Windsor 81
Robin. Ay, I '11 be sworn. My master knows not
of your being here and hath threatened to put me
into everlasting liberty if I tell you of it; for he
swears he '11 turn me away. 32
Mrs. Page. Thou 'rt a good boy ; this secrecy of
thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee
a new doublet and hose. — I '11 go hide me.
Mrs. Ford. Do so. — Go tell thy master I am
alone. — \_Exit Robin.'] Mistress Page, remember you
your cue.
Mrs. Page. I warrant thee ; if I do not act it, hiss 39
me. \_Exit
Mrs. Ford. Go to, then. We '11 use this unwhole-
some humidity, this gross watery pumpion ; we '11
teach him to know turtles from jays.
Enter Falstaff
Falstaff. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel ?
Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough ;
this is the period of my ambition. O this blessed
hour!
Mrs. Ford. O sweet Sir John ! 48
Falstaff. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot
prate. Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish :
I would thy husband were dead, — I '11 speak it be-
fore the best lord, — I would make thee my lady.
Mrs. Ford. I your lady. Sir John 1 alas, I should
be a pitiful lady !
Falstaff. Let the court of France show me such
MERRY WIVES — 6
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