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- 76 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ill
and let us knog our prains together to be revenge
on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the
host of the Garter. 119
Caius. By gar, with all my heart. He promise to
bring me vere is Anne Page ; by gar, he deceive me
too.
Evans. Well, I will smite his noddles. — Pray you,
follow. \_Exeunt.
Scene II. A Street
Enter Mistress Page and Robin
Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant ; you
were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader.
Whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your
master's heels ?
Robin. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like
a man than follow him like a dwarf.
Mrs. Page. O, you are a flattering boy ; now I see
you '11 be a courtier.
Enter Ford
Eord. Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you ? 9
Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at
home ?
Eord. Ay ; and as idle as she may hang together,
for want of company. I think, if your husbands were
dead, you two would marry.
Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, — two other husbands.
Eord. Where had you this pretty weathercock ?
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