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- Scene V] Merry Wives of Windsor 133
See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes
Become the forest better than the town ? no
Ford. Now, sir, who 's a cuckold now ? — Master
Brook, Falstaff 's a knave, a cuckoldly knave, — here
are his horns, Master Brook, — and. Master Brook,
he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-
basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money,
which must be paid to Master Brook ; his horses are
arrested for it, Master Brook.
Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck ; we
could never meet. I will never take you for my love
again, but I will always count you my deer. 120
Falstaff. I do begin to perceive that I am made
an ass.
Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are
extant.
Falstaff. And these are not fairies ? I was three
or four times in the thought they were not fairies ;
and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden sur-
prise of my powers, drove the grossness of the fop-
pery into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of
all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See
now how wit may be made a Jack-a-Lent, when 't is
upon ill employment ! 132
Evans. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave
your desires, and fairies will not pinse you.
Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.
Evans. And leave your jealousies too, I pray
you.
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