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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

262

I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised
my shin th' other day with playing at sword and
dagger with a master of fence; three veneys for a
dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot
abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your
dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Falstaff

337

Which of you know Ford of this town?

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Page

704

I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest
o' the town commended him for a true man.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

Ford

982

There is a gentlewoman in this town; her husband's
name is Ford.

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Host

1164

And, moreover, bully,—but first, master guest, and
Master Page, and eke Cavaleiro Slender, go you
through the town to Frogmore.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Simple

1194

Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every
way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town
way.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 5]

Sir Hugh Evans

2367

Have a care of your entertainments: there is a
friend of mine come to town tells me there is three
cozen-germans that has cozened all the hosts of
Readins, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and
money. I tell you for good will, look you: you
are wise and full of gibes and vlouting-stocks, and
'tis not convenient you should be cozened. Fare you well.

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

Mistress Page

2680

I pray you, come, hold up the jest no higher
Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives?
See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes
Become the forest better than the town?