The Merry Wives of Windsor
There is no remedy. I must cony-catch, I must shift. (1.3.29)
[...] take this basket on your shoulders. [...] and empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames' side. (3.3.7)
Is there not a double excellency in this?
I know not which pleases me better; that my
husband is deceived, or Sir John. (3.3.148-150)