I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
As good luck would have it.[46:2]
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
A man of my kidney.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.
Think of that, Master Brook.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5.