Mistress Page (Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II, scene i)
What, have I scap'd love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see. [reads] "Ask me no reason why I love you. You are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy. You are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then there's more sympathy. You love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page, - that I love thee. By me, JOHN FALSTAFF."
What an unweigh'd behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard pick'd out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth. Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be reveng'd on him? For reveng'd I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
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I have somewhat an idea of what this is about but I need to be more open to ideas. :)
2007-12-19
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