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And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act II Scene 5

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

249

I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. Go,
sirrah, for all you are my man, go wait upon my
cousin Shallow.
[Exit SIMPLE]
A justice of peace sometimes may be beholding to his
friend for a man. I keep but three men and a boy
yet, till my mother be dead: but what though? Yet I
live like a poor gentleman born.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Doctor Caius

1106

By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he
has pray his Pible well, dat he is no come: by gar,
Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Doctor Caius

1111

By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him.
Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Host

1122

To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee
traverse; to see thee here, to see thee there; to
see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy
distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is
he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my
AEsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is
he dead, bully stale? is he dead?

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Ford

1322

Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want
of company. I think, if your husbands were dead,
you two would marry.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Falstaff

1448

Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate,
Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I would
thy husband were dead: I'll speak it before the
best lord; I would make thee my lady.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Page

2005

Why then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead
man. What a woman are you!—Away with him, away
with him! better shame than murder.

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