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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 125
Falstaff. Away, I say ; time wears. Hold up your
head, and mince. — \Exit Mrs. Quickly.
Enter Ford
How now, Master Brook ! Master Brook, the matter
will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the
Park about midnight, at Heme's oak, and you shall
see wonders. 13
Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you
told me you had appointed ?
Falstaff. I went to her. Master Brook, as you see,
like a poor old man ; but I came from her. Master
Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave
Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of
jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed
frenzy. I will tell you. He beat me grievously in
the shape of a woman ; for in the shape of man, |
Master Brook, I fear not Goliah with a weaver's I
beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in
haste, go along with me ; I '11 tell you all. Master
Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and
whipped top, I knew not what 't was to be beaten till
lately. Follow me ; I '11 tell you strange things of this
knave Ford, on whom to-night I will be revenged,
and I will deliver his wife into your hand. — Follow. 30
Strange things in hand, Master Brook ! Follow.
\Exeunt.
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