The Merry Wives of Windsor
I think if your husbands were dead you two would
Be sure of that—two other husbands. (3.2.11-12)
I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the so seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [...] I shall be rather praised for this than mocked [...] (3.2.33-37)
Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You
were best meddle with buck-washing.
Buck! I would I could wash myself of the buck!
Buck, buck, buck! Ay, buck; I warrant you, buck;
and of the season too, it shall appear. (3.3.130-134)