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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Robert Shallow |
58 |
Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there?
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2 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
124 |
Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand. There is
three umpires in this matter, as I understand; that
is, Master Page, fidelicet Master Page; and there is
myself, fidelicet myself; and the three party is,
lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
210 |
But can you affection the 'oman? Let us command to
know that of your mouth or of your lips; for divers
philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the
mouth. Therefore, precisely, can you carry your
good will to the maid?
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4 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Host |
310 |
Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Host |
316 |
I have spoke; let him follow.
[To BARDOLPH]
Let me see thee froth and lime: I am at a word; follow.
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6 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Pistol |
334 |
Why, then, let kibes ensue.
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7 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Pistol |
384 |
Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
And high and low beguiles the rich and poor:
Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
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8 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
411 |
Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in
faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.
[Exit RUGBY]
An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant
shall come in house withal, and, I warrant you, no
tell-tale nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is,
that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish
that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let
that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is?
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9 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Fenton |
554 |
Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's money
for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if
thou seest her before me, commend me.
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10 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Page |
568 |
What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-
time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?
Let me see.
[Reads]
'Ask me no reason why I love you; for though
Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him
not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more
am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry,
so am I; ha, ha! then there's more sympathy: you
love sack, and so do I; would you desire better
sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,—at
the least, if the love of soldier can suffice,—
that I love thee. I will not say, pity me; 'tis
not a soldier-like phrase: but I say, love me. By me,
Thine own true knight,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light,
With all his might
For thee to fight, JOHN FALSTAFF'
What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked
world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with
age to show himself a young gallant! What an
unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard
picked—with the devil's name!—out of my
conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me?
Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What
should I say to him? I was then frugal of my
mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill
in the parliament for the putting down of men. How
shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be,
as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Page |
632 |
Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and
Ford differs! To thy great comfort in this mystery
of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy
letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I
protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a
thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for
different names—sure, more,—and these are of the
second edition: he will print them, out of doubt;
for he cares not what he puts into the press, when
he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess,
and lie under Mount Pelion. Well, I will find you
twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
738 |
Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage
towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and
what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it
lie on my head.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
827 |
Let her approach.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Hostess Quickly |
887 |
Why, you say well. But I have another messenger to
your worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty
commendations to you too: and let me tell you in
your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and
one, I tell you, that will not miss you morning nor
evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the
other: and she bade me tell your worship that her
husband is seldom from home; but she hopes there
will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon
a man: surely I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
931 |
Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make
more of thy old body than I have done. Will they
yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense
of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I
thank thee. Let them say 'tis grossly done; so it be
fairly done, no matter.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Ford |
957 |
Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you;
for I must let you understand I think myself in
better plight for a lender than you are: the which
hath something embolden'd me to this unseasoned
intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all
ways do lie open.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3] |
Host |
1162 |
And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3] |
Host |
1176 |
Let him die: sheathe thy impatience, throw cold
water on thy choler: go about the fields with me
through Frogmore: I will bring thee where Mistress
Anne Page is, at a farm-house a-feasting; and thou
shalt woo her. Cried I aim? said I well?
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3] |
Host |
1187 |
Let us wag, then.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Host |
1265 |
Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep
their limbs whole and hack our English.
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