The Merry Wives of Windsor (Quarto 1, 1602)
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A pleasant Comedie, of
¶You shall haue little mind to come againe.
¶
Enter Sir Iohn.
¶Fal. Haue I caught my heauenlie Iewel?
Why now let me die. I haue liued long inough,
¶I would thy husband were dead.
¶Fal. By the Lord, Ide make thee my Ladie.
¶_Ladie.
_the Diamond.
¶And how the arched bent of thy brow
Would become the ship tire, the tire vellet,
1400Or anie Venetian attire, I see it.
¶ What made me loue thee? Let that perswade thee
¶Ther's somewhat extraordinarie in thee: Goe too
1412.1_I loue thee:
¶Mistris Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, like one
1415In simple time, but I loue thee,
¶And none but thee.
I loue to walke by the Counter gate,
1420VVhich is as hatefull to me
As the reake of a lime kill.
Enter
