Quickly

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Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, my Dolphin chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the Prince broke thy head for liking his father to singing-man of Windsor—thou didst swear me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? in to borrow a mess of vinegar, telling us she had a good prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity such poor people, saying that ere long they should call me And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch the thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy book-oath. Deny it, if thou canst.

 


 

 








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