As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.
Interpretation
This quote humorously depicts a deceptive situation crafted by the characters to outsmart another.
In this quote from Shakespeare, the character humorously recounts how luck has favored them through the machinations of Mistress Page and the distraction of Mrs. Ford, which led to an absurd yet comical escape plan involving a hidden position in a buck-basket. The humor arises from the complexity of the deception and the folly of the characters involved, showcasing how misunderstandings can lead to amusing outcomes.
In practice
This quote would be perfect for illustrating a theatrical review of a Shakespearean comedy.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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