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- 72 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iii
Evans. I most fehemently desire you you will also
look that way. 9
Simple. I will, sir. \_Exit
Evans. Pless my soul, how full of cholers I am,
and trempling of mind ! — I shall be glad if he have
deceived me. — How melancholies I am! — I will •
knog his urinals about his knave's costard when I
have good opportunities for the ork. — Pless my soul!
[Sings] To shallow rivers^ to whose falls
Melodious pirds sings madrigals ;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow — 20
Mercy on me ! I have a great dispositions to cry. —
[Sings] Melodious pirds sing madrigals —
Whenas I sat in Pabylon —
And a thousand vagrant posies.
To shalloiv —
Re-enter Simple
Simple. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Evans. He 's welcome. —
[Sings] To shallow rivers^ to whose falls —
Heaven prosper the right ! — What weapons is he ?
Simple. No weapons, sir. There comes my mas-
ter, Master Shallow, and another gentleman, from
Frogmore, over the stile, this way. 32
Evans. Pray you, give me my gown ; or else keep
it in your arms.
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