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Merry Wives
of
Windsor
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Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a
buck-basket.
Ford. A buck-basket ? 88
Falstaff. By the Lord, a buck-basket ! rammed me
in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings,
greasy napkins ; that. Master Brook, there was the
rankest compound of villanous smell that ever
offended nostril.
Ford. And how long lay you there ?
Falstaff. Nay, you shall hear. Master Brook, what
I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your
good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple
of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by
their mistress to carry me in the name of foul clothes
to Datchet-lane. They took me on their shoulders, 100
met the jealous knave their master in the door, who
asked them once or twice what they had in their
basket. I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic knave
would have searched it, but fate, ordaining he should
be a cuckold, held his hand. Well ; on went he for
a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But mark
the sequel. Master Brook: I suffered the pangs of
three several deaths ; first, an intolerable fright, to
be detected with.a jealous rotten bell-wether ; next,
to be compassed, like a good bilbo, in the circum- no
ference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head ; and
then, to be stopped in, Hke a strong distillation, with
stinking clothes that fretted in their own grease.
Think of that, — a man of my kidney, — think of
MERRY WIVES — 7
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