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- 44 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act I
gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head
out of my door. — Follow my heels, Rugby.
\_Exeunt Caius and Rugby.
Quickly. You shall have An fool's-head of your
own. No, I know Anne's mind for that; never a
woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than
I do, nor can do more than I do with her, I thank
heaven. 130
Fenton. [ Within\ Who 's within there ? ho !
Quickly. Who 's there, I trow ? Come near the
house, I pray you.
Enter Fenton
Fenton. How now, good woman ! how dost thou ?
Quickly. The better that it pleases your good
worship to ask.
Fenton. What news ? how does pretty Mistress
Anne?
Quickly. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest,
and gentle ; and one that is your friend, I can tell
you that by the way ; I praise heaven for it. 141
Fenton. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? shall
I not lose my suit ?
Quickly. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above ; but
notwithstanding. Master Fenton, I '11 be sworn on
a book, she loves you. — Have not your worship a
wart above your eye ?
Fenton. Yes, marry, have I ; what of that ?
Quickly. Well, thereby hangs a tale. Good faith,
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