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- 62 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ii
Falsiaff. Speak, good Master Brook ; I shall be
glad to be your servant. iSa
Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar, — I will be brief
with you, — and you have been a man long known to
me, though I had never so good means as desire to
make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover
a thing to you wherein I must very much lay open
mine own imperfection ; but, good Sir John, as you
have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them un-
folded, turn another into the register of your own,
that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you
yourself know how easy it is to be such an offender.
Falstaff. Very well, sir ; proceed. 191
Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town ; her
husband's name is Ford.
Falstaff. Well, sir.
Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you,
bestowed much on her ; followed her with a doting
observance, engrossed opportunities to meet her, feed
every slight occasion that could but niggardly give
me sight of her ; not only bought many presents to
give her, but have given largely to many to know
what she would have given ; briefly, I have pursued
her as love hath pursued me, which hath been on
the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have
merited, either in my mind or in my means, meed, I
am sure, I have received none, unless experience be
a jewel ; that I have purchased at an infinite rate,
and that hath taught me to say this :
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