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- 138 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act v
Falstaff. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer
are chas'd.
Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further. — Master
Fenton,
Heaven give you many, many merry days ! —
Good husband, let us every one go home
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire, —
Sir John and all.
Ford. Let it be so. — Sir John,
To Master Brook you yet shall hold your word ;
For he to-night shall lie with Mistress Ford.
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