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- 48 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act il
Mrs. Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind.
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then ; yet I say I could
show you to the contrary. O Mistress Page, give
me some counsel ! 40
Mrs, Page. What 's the matter, woman ?
Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one tri-
fling respect, I could come to such honour !
Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman ! take the
honour. What is it ? dispense with trifles ; what
is it?
Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal
moment or so, I could be knighted.
Mrs. Page. What ? thou Rest ! Sir Alice Ford !
These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not
alter the article of thy gentry. 51
Mrs. Ford. We burn daylight. Here, read, read ;
perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think
the worse of fat men as long as I have an eye to
make difference of men's liking; and yet he would
not swear, praised women's modesty, and gave such
orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness
that I would have sworn his disposition would have
gone to the truth of his words ; but they do no more
adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth
Psalm to the tune of ' Green Sleeves.' What tem-
pest, Itrow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of
oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I
be revenged on him ? I think the best way were to j
entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust
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