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- 94 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ill
carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal,
and to be thrown in the Thames ? Well, if I be
served such another trick, I '11 have my brains ta'en
out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new-
year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river
with as little remorse as they would have drowned a
blind bitch's puppies, fifteen i' the litter ; and you
may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity
in sinking. If the bottom were as deep as hell, I
should down. I had been drowned but that the
shore was shelvy and shallow, — a death that I ab-
hor ;for the water swells a man, and what a thing
should I have been when I had been swelled I I
should have been a mountain of mummy. i8
Re-enter Bardolph with sack
Bardolph. Here 's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak
with you.
Falstaff. Come, let me pour in some sack to the
Thames water ; for my belly 's as cold as if I had
swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins. —
Call her in.
Bardolph. Come in, woman !
Enter Mistress Quickly
Quickly. By your leave ; I cry you mercy. Give
your worship good morrow.
Falstaff. Take away these chalices. Go brew me
a pottle of sack finely. 29
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