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Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

      — Titus Andronicus, Act I Scene 2

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KEYWORD: trust

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Ford

600

Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Page

601

And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very
ill.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Ford

718

[Aside to MISTRESS PAGE] Trust me, I thought on her:
she'll fit it.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

Ford

1073

What a damned Epicurean rascal is this! My heart is
ready to crack with impatience. Who says this is
improvident jealousy? my wife hath sent to him; the
hour is fixed; the match is made. Would any man
have thought this? See the hell of having a false
woman! My bed shall be abused, my coffers
ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not
only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under
the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that
does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds
well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are
devils' additions, the names of fiends: but
Cuckold! Wittol!—Cuckold! the devil himself hath
not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass: he
will trust his wife; he will not be jealous. I will
rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh
the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my
aqua-vitae bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling
gelding, than my wife with herself; then she plots,
then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they
think in their hearts they may effect, they will
break their hearts but they will effect. God be
praised for my jealousy! Eleven o'clock the hour.
I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on
Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it;
better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold!

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Robert Shallow

1299

Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Ford

1362

Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer at home;
and I pray you all go with me.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Page

1616

Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock
him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house
to breakfast: after, we'll a-birding together; I
have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Ford

2151

Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech you, follow;
see but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out thus
upon no trail, never trust me when I open again.

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Page

2157

Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.

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