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Come, I cannot cog and say thou art this and that, like a 
many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come like women 
in men’s apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple 
time; I cannot: but I love thee. 
III. iii. 76. 
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i’ the earth 
And bowl’d to death with turnips ! 
III. iv. 89. 
He cannot ’scape me; *tis impossible he should; he 
cannot creep into a halfpenny purse, nor into a pepper-box: 
but, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will 
search impossible places. 
III. v. 147. 
Eva. Remember, William; focative is caret. 
Quick. And that’s a good root. 
Eva. ’Oman, forbear. 
Mrs. Page. Peace ! 
IV. i. 55. 
“As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for 
his wife’s leman. ” Satisfy me once more ; once more search 
with me. 
IV. ii. 170. 
Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes that Herne the 
hunter. 
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, 
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight, 
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns; 
* * * * * 
Why yet there want not many that do fear 
In deep of night to walk by this Herne’s oak. 
IV. iv. 28. 
I warrant they would whip me with their fine wits till I 
were as crest-fallen as a dried pear. I never prospered 
since. 
IV. v. 101. 
I’ll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host. 
To-night at Herne’s oak, just ’twixt twelve and one, 
Must my sweet Nan present the Fairy Queen. 
IV. vi. 18. 
