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- Scene III] Merry Wives of Windsor 85
Fahtaff. I love thee. Help me away. Let me
creep in here. I '11 never —
\Gets into the basket ; they cover him with foul linen.
Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy. —
Call your men, Mistress Ford. — You dissembling
knight !
Mrs, Ford. What, John ! Robert ! John !
\Exit Robin,
Re-enter Servants
Go take up these clothes here quickly. — Where 's
the cowl-staff ? look, how you drumble ! — Carry
them to the laundress in Datchet-mead ; quickly,
come! S?^,/ry kUU^^mA^ €r*,oA^ ^-k/, 150
Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans
Ford. Pray you, come near. If I suspect without
cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be
your jest ; I deserve it. — How now I whither bear
you this ?
Servants. To the laundress, forsooth.
Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither
they bear it? You were best meddle with buck-
washing. 158
Ford. Buck ! I would I could wash myself of the
buck ! Buck, buck, buck! Ay, buck ; I warrant you,
buck, and of the season too, it shall appear. — {^Exeunt
Servants with the basket?^ Gentlemen, I have dreamed
to-night ; I '11 tell you my dream. Here, here, here
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