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- Scene V] Merry Wives of Windsor 95
Ba7'doIph. With eggs, sir ?
Falsiaff. Simple of itself ; I '11 no pullet-sperm in
my brewage. — \^Exit Bardolph.'] How now !
Quickly. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from
Mistress Ford.
Falstaff. Mistress Ford ! I have had ford enough.
I was thrown into the ford ; I have my belly full of
ford.
Quickly. Alas the day ! good heart, that was not
her fault. She does so take on with her men ; they
mistook their erection. 40
Falstaff. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish
woman's promise.
Quickly. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would
yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this
morning a-birding; she desires you once more to
come to her between eight and nine. I must carry
her word quickly ; she '11 make you amends, I warrant
you.
Falstaff. Well, I will visit her. Tell her so, and
bid her think what a man is ; let her consider his
frailty, and then judge of my merit. 51
Quickly. I will tell her.
Falstaff. Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest
thou?
Quickly. Eight and nine, sir.
Falstaff. Well, be gone ; I will not miss her.
Quickly. Peace be with you, sir. \Exit.
Falstaff. I marvel I hear not of Master Brook ; he
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