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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
600 |
Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.
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2 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Page |
601 |
And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very
ill.
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3 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
718 |
[Aside to MISTRESS PAGE] Trust me, I thought on her:
she'll fit it.
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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!
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Robert Shallow |
1299 |
Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2] |
Mistress Page |
2157 |
Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
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