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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Falstaff |
352 |
Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her
husband's purse: he hath a legion of angels.
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2 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2] |
Page |
1380 |
Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is
of no having: he kept company with the wild prince
and Poins; he is of too high a region; he knows too
much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes
with the finger of my substance: if he take her,
let him take her simply; the wealth I have waits on
my consent, and my consent goes not that way.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 5] |
Hostess Quickly |
1785 |
Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn
your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning
a-birding; she desires you once more to come to her
between eight and nine: I must carry her word
quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you.
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4 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2] |
Mistress Ford |
2020 |
He will seek there, on my word. Neither press,
coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an
abstract for the remembrance of such places, and
goes to them by his note: there is no hiding you in the house.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4] |
Mistress Page |
2223 |
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree and takes the cattle
And makes milch-kine yield blood and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner:
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Received and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
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