- cid
- bafkreieyjwierbghse5id35q5zc2o5zo2tpdg7wtkyit4glrsaca642oi4
- content_type
- image/jpeg
- filename
- 03_merry_wives_of_windsor_1905_page_0071.jpg
- height
- 1778
- key
- pdf-page-1769806443582-p596x5yddyd
- page_number
- 71
- pdf_type
- born_digital
- size
- 362754
- text
- me II] Merry Wives of Windsor 65
I■pe, — I say I shall be with her between ten and
(lleven ; for at that time the jealous rascally knave
her husband will be forth. Come you to me at
light ; you shall know how I speed.
Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you
:now Ford, sir ? 271
Fahtaff. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave ! I
:now him not. — Yet I wrong him to call him poor ;
ley say the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of
loney, for the which his wife seems to me well-
voured. I will use her as the key of the cuck-
ildly rogue's coffer, and there 's my harvest-home.
Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might
ivoid him if you saw him. 279
Falstaff. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue 1
will stare him out of his wits, I will awe him with
my cudgel ; it shall hang Hke a meteor o'er the
cuckold's horns. Master Brook, thou shalt know I
will predominate over the peasant, and thou shalt lie
with his wife. — Come to me soon at night. — Ford 's
a knave, and I will aggravate his style ; thou. Master
Brook, shalt know him for knave and cuckold. —
Kome
to
me soon
at
night.
\Exit.
Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this !
[y heart is ready to crack with impatience. Who
- says this is improvident jealousy ? my wife hath sent
to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would
any man have thought this ? See the hell of having
I
false
woman
!
My bed shall be abused, my coffers
- text_extracted_at
- 2026-01-30T20:54:03.582Z
- text_extracted_by
- pdf-processor
- text_has_content
- true
- text_source
- born_digital
- uploaded
- true
- width
- 1084