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- 50 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act il
delay, till he hath pawned his horses to mine host of
the Garter.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany
against him that may not sully the chariness of our
honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter ! it
would give eternal food to his jealousy. loo
Mrs. Page. Why, look where he comes ; and my
good man too. He 's as far from jealousy as I am
from giving him cause ; and that I hope is an un-
measurable distance.
Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. I
Mrs. Page. Let 's consult together against this *
greasy knight. Come hither. \They retire.
Enter Ford with Pistol, and Page with Nym
Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.
Pistol. Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs; Sir
John affects thy wife. ' ^^ • ' ' ' no
Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.
Pistol. He wooes both high and low, both rich and
poor.
Both young and old, one with another, Ford.
He loves the gallimaufry ; Ford, perpend.
Ford. Love my wife I
Pistol, With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou.
Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels.
O, odious is the name I
Ford. What name, sir ?
Pistol. The horn, I say. Farewell. m
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