The Merry Wives of Windsor (Quarto 1, 1602)
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the merry Wives of Windsor.
¶Ford. Sir do you know Ford?
¶And yet I wrong him to call him poore. For they
Say the cuckally knaue hath legions of angels,
¶For the which his wife seemes to me well fauored,
And Ile vse her as the key of the cuckally knaues
¶Coffer, and there's my randeuowes.
1030Ford, that you might shun him.
¶Out of his wits, Ile keepe him in awe
With this my cudgell: It shall hang like a meator
¶Ore the wittolly knaues head, M. Brooke thou shalt
¶See I will predominate ore the peasant,
1035And thou shalt lie with his wife. M. Brooke
¶Thou shalt know him for knaue and cuckold,
¶Come to me soone at night.
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Exit Falstaffe.
¶Ford. What a damned epicurian is this?
¶My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid:
Aquauita bottle, Sir Hu our parson with my cheese,
1055A theefe to walk my ambling gelding, thẽ my wife
¶Sheele breake her hart but she will effect it.
1060Well Ile goe preuent him, the time drawes on,
¶Better an houre too soone, then a minit too late,
¶Gods my life cuckold, cuckold.
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Exit Ford._
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