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- Il8 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act IV
Simple. Pray you, sir, was 't not the wise woman
of Brentford ?
Falstaff. Ay, rnarry, was it, mussel-shell; what
would you with her ? 29
Simple. My master, sir, Master Slender, sent to
her, seeing her go thorough the streets, to know, sir,
whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain,
had the chain or no.
Falstaff. I spake with the old woman about it.
Simple. And what says she, I pray, sir ?
Falstaff. Marry, she says that the very same man
that beguiled Master Slender of his chain cozened
him of it.
Simple. I would I could have spoken with the
woman herself ; I had other things to have spoken
with her too from him. 41
Falstaff. What are they ? let us know.
Host. Ay, come ; quick.
Simple. I may not conceal them, sir.
Host. Conceal them, or thou diest.
Simple. Why, sir, they were nothing but about
Mistress Anne Page ; to know if it were my master's
fortune to have her or no.
Falstaff. 'T is, 't is his fortune.
Simple. What, sir ? 50
Falstaff. To have her, — or no. Go ; say the
woman told me so.
Simple. May I be bold to say so, sir ?
Falstaff. Ay, sir ; like who more bold ?
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