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- Scene II] Merry Wives of Windsor i ii
you ronyon ! out, out ! I '11 conjure you, I '11 for-
tune-tell you. \Exit Fa/staff.
Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed ? I think you
have killed the poor woman. 190
Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it. — 'T is a goodly
credit for you.
Ford. Hang her, witch !
Evans, By yea and no, I think the oman is a witch
indeed. I like not when a oman has a great peard ;
I spy a great peard under her muffler.
Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech
you, follow ; see but the issue of my jealousy. If I
cry out thus upon no trail, never trust me when I
open again. 200
Page. Let 's obey his humour a little further.
Come, gentlemen.
\Exeunt Ford, P(^S<^i Shallow ^ CaiuSy and Evans.
Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not ; he
beat him most un pitifully, methought.
Mrs. Page. I '11 have the cudgel hallowed and
hung o'er the altar ; it hath done meritorious service.
Mrs. Ford. What think you ? may we, with the
warrant of womanhood and the witness of a good
conscience, pursue him with any further revenge ? 210
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure,
scared out of him ; if the devil have him not in fee-
simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think,
in the way of waste, attempt us again.
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