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- 134 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act v
Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou
art able to woo her in good English. 139
Falstaff. Have I laid my brain in the sun and
dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross
o'erreaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welsh
goat too ? shall I have a coxcomb of frize ? 'T is
time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese.
Evans. Seese is not good to give putter; your
pelly is all putter.
Falstaff. Seese and putter ! have I lived to stand
at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ?
This is enough to be the decay of lust and late-
walking through the realm. 150
Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though
we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the
head and shoulders and have given ourselves with-
out scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have
made you our delight ?
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flax ?
Mrs. Page. A puffed man ?
Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails
Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan ?
Page. And as poor as Job ? 160
Ford. And as wicked as his wife ?
Evans. And given to fornications, and to taverns
and sack and wine and metheglins, and to drink-
ings and swearings and starings, pribbles and
prabbles ?
Falstaff. Well, I am your theme ; you have the
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