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Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

      — Hamlet, Act I Scene 2

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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Ford

1322

Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want
of company. I think, if your husbands were dead,
you two would marry.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Mistress Page

1325

Be sure of that,—two other husbands.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Ford

2169

Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him?

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

Falstaff

2583

Divide me like a bribe buck, each a haunch: I will
keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow
of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands.
Am I a woodman, ha? Speak I like Herne the hunter?
Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes
restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!

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