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- 98 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iii
that, — that am as subject to heat as butter, — a man
of continual dissolution and thaw ; it was a miracle
to scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath,
when I was more than half stewed in grease, like
a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and
cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe ;
think of that, — hissing hot, — think of that. Master
Brook. 122
Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for
my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then
is desperate ; you '11 undertake her no more ?
Falstaff. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna,
as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus.
Her husband is this morning gone a-birding. I have
received from her another embassy of meeting ; 'twixt
eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook.
Ford. 'T is past eight already, sir. 131
Falstaff. Is it ? I will then address me to my ap-
pointment. Come to me at your convenient leisure,
and you shall know how I speed ; and the conclusion
shall be crowned with your enjoying her. Adieu.
You shall have her. Master Brook; Master Brook,
you shall cuckold Ford. \Exit.
Ford. Hum ! ha ! is this a vision ? is this a dream ?
do I sleep? Master Ford, awake ! awake! Master
Ford I there 's a hole made in your best coat. Master
Ford. This 't is to be married ! this 't is to have
linen and buck-baskets ! Well, I will proclaim my-
self what I am. I will now take the lecher ; he is at
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