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- 54 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act II
Sir Hugh the Welsh priest and Caius the French
doctor. 199
Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with
you. \_D rawing him aside.
Host. What sayest thou, my bully-rook ?
Shallow. \_To Page'] Will you go with us to behold
it ? My merry host hath had the measuring of their
weapons, and, I think, hath appointed them con-
trary places ; for, believe me, I hear the parson is no
jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.
\_They convei-se apart.
Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my
guest-cavalier ? 209
Ford. None, I protest ; but I '11 give you a pottle
of burnt sack to give me recourse to him and tell . I;
him my name is Brook, — only for a jest. ''\
Host. My hand, bully. Thou shalt have egress
and regress ; — said I well ? — and thy name shall
be Brook. It is a merry knight. — Will you go,
mynheers ?
Shallow. Have with you, mine host.
Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good
skill in his rapier. 219
Shallow. Tut, sir, I could have told you more. In
these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoc-
cadoes, and I know not what. 'T is the heart.
Master Page ; 't is here, 't is here. I have seen the
time, with my long sword I would have made you
four tall fellows skip like rats.
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