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Master Brook.

MISTRESS FORD
Sir John, we have had ill luck: we could never meet. I will never take you for
my love again, but I will always count you my deer. [115]

FALSTAFF
I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.

FORD
Ay, and an ox too: both the proofs are extant.

FALSTAFF
And these are not fairies? I was three or four times in the thought they were

not fairies; and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my
powers, [120] drove the grossness of the foppery into a received belief, in
despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now
how wit may be made a Jack-a-Lent, when ’tis upon ill employment!

EVANS

Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your [125] desires, and fairies will not
pinse you.

FORD
Well said, fairy Hugh.

EVANS
And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you.

FORD
I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo her in good
English. [130]

FALSTAFF
Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that it wants matter to prevent

so gross o’er-reaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welsh goat too? Shall I
have a cockscomb of frieze? ’Tis time I were choked with a piece of toasted