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- Scene V] Merry Wives of Windsor 119
Simple. I thank your worship. I shall make my
master glad with these tidings. \^Exit,
Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John.
Was there a wise woman with thee ?
Falstaff. Ay, that there was, mine host ; one that
hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before
in my life, — and I paid nothing for it, neither, but
was paid for my learning. 63
Enter Bardolph
Bardolph, Out, alas, sir! cozenage, mere cozen-
age!
Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them,
varletto.
Bardolph. Run away with the cozeners ; for so
soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off from
behind one of them, in a slough of mire, and set spurs
and away, like three German devils, three Doctor
Faustuses. 71
Host. They are gone but to meet the duke,
villain. Do not say they be fled ; Germans are
honest men.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans
Evans. Where is mine host ?
Host. What is the matter, sir ?
Evans. Have a care of your entertainments ;
there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me
there is three cozen-germans that has cozened all the
hosts of Readins, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of
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