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.