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Scene III] Merry Wives of Windsor 87
yet have more tricks with Falstaff ; his dissolute
disease will scarce obey this medicine.
Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion,
Mistress Quickly, to him and excuse his throwing
into the water, and give him another hope, to betray
him to another punishment ?
Mrs. Page. We will do it ; let him be sent for
to-morrow, eight o'clock, to have amends. 200
Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans
Ford. I cannot find him ; may be the knave
bragged of that he could not compass.
Mrs. Page. [Aside to Mrs. Ford'\ Heard you that ?
Mrs. Ford. You use me well, Master Ford, do you ?
Ford. Ay, I do so.
Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your
thoughts !
Ford. Amen !
Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, Master
Ford. 210
Ford. Ay, ay ; I must bear it.
Evans. If there be any pody in the house, and in
the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses,
heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment !
Caius. By gar, nor I too ; there is no bodies.
Page. Fie, fie, Master Ford ! are you not ashamed ?
What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? I
would not ha' your distemper in this kind for the
wealth of Windsor Castle.
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