Potatoes and eringoes

Merry Wives of Windsor, [5.5.17-21]. Mrs. Ford. “Sir John! Art thou there, my deer, my male deer?” Falstaff. “My doe with the black scut! Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of ‘Greensleeves,’ hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here.” [embraces her.]



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