The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare
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time: I cannot, but I loue thee, none but thee; and
thou deseru'st it M.Ford. Do not betray me sir, I fear you loue M[istris]. Page Fal. Thou mightst as well say, I loue to walke by the Counter-gate, which is as hatefull to me, as the reeke of a Lime-kill Mis.Ford. Well, heauen knowes how I loue you, And you shall one day finde it Fal. Keepe in that minde, Ile deserue it Mist.Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you doe; Or else I could not be in that minde Rob. Mistris Ford, Mistris Ford: heere's Mistris Page at the doore, sweating, and blowing, and looking wildely, and would needs speake with you presently Fal. She shall not see me, I will ensconce mee behinde the Arras M.Ford. Pray you do so, she's a very tatling woman. Whats the matter? How now? Mist.Page. O mistris Ford what haue you done? You'r sham'd, y'are ouerthrowne, y'are vndone for euer M.Ford. What's the matter, good mistris Page? |
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