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Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

      — Sonnet III

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KEYWORD: creep

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Mistress Page

1517

For shame! never stand 'you had rather' and 'you
had rather:' your husband's here at hand, bethink
you of some conveyance: in the house you cannot
hide him. O, how have you deceived me! Look, here
is a basket: if he be of any reasonable stature, he
may creep in here; and throw foul linen upon him, as
if it were going to bucking: or—it is whiting-time
—send him by your two men to Datchet-mead.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Falstaff

1530

I love thee. Help me away. Let me creep in here.
I'll never—

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 5]

Ford

1876

Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? do I
sleep? Master Ford awake! awake, Master Ford!
there's a hole made in your best coat, Master Ford.
This 'tis to be married! this 'tis to have linen
and buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself
what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my
house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he
should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny purse,
nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that
guides him should aid him, I will search
impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid,
yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame:
if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go
with me: I'll be horn-mad.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Falstaff

2016

What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney.

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Ford

2017

There they always use to discharge their
birding-pieces. Creep into the kiln-hole.

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