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- 82 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iii
another. I see how thine eye would emulate the
diamond ; thou hast the right arched beauty of the
brow that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or
any tire of Venetian admittance. 59
Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief. Sir John ; my brows
become nothing else, — nor that well neither.
Fahtaff. By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so.
, -Nj Thou wouldst make an absolute courtier ; and the
;firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent motion
'to thy gait in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what
thou wert, if Fortune thy foe were not, Nature thy
friend. Come, thou canst not hide it.
Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there 's no such thing in
me. 69
Fahtaff. What made me love thee? let that per-
suade thee there 's something extraordinary in thee.
Come, I cannot cog and say thou art this and that,
like a many of these lisping hawthorn-buds, that
come like women in men's apparel and smell like
Bucklersbury in simple time, — I cannot ; but I love
thee, none but thee, and thou deservest it.
Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir. I fear you love
Mistress Page.
Fahtaff. Thou mightst as well say I love to walk
by the Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me as the
reek of a lime-kiln. 81
Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love you,
and you shall one day find it.
Fahtaff. Keep in that mind ; I '11 deserve it.
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