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- 128 Merry Wives, of Windsor [Act V
Scene V. Another Part of the Park
Enter Falstaff disguised as Heme
Falstaff. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve ;
the minute draws on. Now, the hot-blooded gods
assist me ! Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for
thy Europa; love set on thy horns. O powerful
love ! that, in some respects, makes a beast a man,
in some other a man a beast. You were also, Jupi-
ter, a swan for the love of Leda. O omnipotent ,
love ! how near the god drew to the complexion of a |
goose ! A fault done first in the form of a beast. O
Jove, a beastly fault ! And then another fault in the lo
semblance of a fowl ; think on 't, Jove, a foul fault !
— When gods have hot backs, what shall poor men
do ? For me, I am here a Windsor stag ; and the
fattest, I think, i' the forest. Send me a cool rut-
time, Jove ! — Who comes here ? my doe ?
Enter Mistress Ford and Mistress Page
Mrs. Ford. Sir John ! art thou there, my deer ?
my male deer ?
Falstaff. My doe with the black scut ! — Let the
sky rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of
' Green Sleeves,' hail kissing-comfits and snow erin-
goes ; let there come a tempest of provocation, I
will shelter me here.
Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweet-
heart.
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