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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 27
Shallow. That he will not. — 'T is your fault, 't is
your fault ; 't is a good dog.
Page. A cur, sir.
Shallow. Sir, he 's a good dog, and a fair dog ; can
there be more said ? he is good and fair. Is Sir John
Falstaff here ?
Page. Sir, he is within ; and I would I could do a
good office between you.
Evans. It is spoke as a Christians ought to
speak. loi
Shallow. He hath wronged me, Master Page.
Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.
Shallow. If it be confessed, it is not redressed ; is
not that so. Master Page ? He hath wronged me,
indeed he hath; at a word, he hath, believe me.
Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wronged.
Page. Here comes Sir John.
Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bardolph, Nym, and
Pistol
Falstaff. Now, Master Shallow, you '11 complain
of me to the king ? no
Shallow. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed
my deer, and broke open my lodge.
Falstaff. But not kissed your keeper's daughter ?
Shallow. Tut, a pin ! this shall be answered.
Falstaff. I will answer it straight; I have done
all this. That is now answered.
Shallow. The council shall know this.
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