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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Robert Shallow |
2 |
Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-
chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John
Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.
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2 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Robert Shallow |
37 |
Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword
should end it.
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3 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
46 |
It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as
you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys,
and gold and silver, is her grandsire upon his
death's-bed—Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!
—give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years
old: it were a goot motion if we leave our pribbles
and prabbles, and desire a marriage between Master
Abraham and Mistress Anne Page.
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4 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Falstaff |
110 |
'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel:
you'll be laughed at.
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Robert Shallow |
238 |
Here comes fair Mistress Anne.
[Re-enter ANNE PAGE]
Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne!
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6 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Falstaff |
327 |
I am glad I am so acquit of this tinderbox: his
thefts were too open; his filching was like an
unskilful singer; he kept not time.
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7 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
431 |
How say you? O, I should remember him: does he not
hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait?
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8 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
608 |
O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I
could come to such honour!
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9 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
617 |
We burn daylight: here, read, read; perceive how I
might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat
men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of
men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised
women's modesty; and gave such orderly and
well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I
would have sworn his disposition would have gone to
the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere
and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to
the tune of 'Green Sleeves.' What tempest, I trow,
threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his
belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged
on him? I think the best way were to entertain him
with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted
him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?
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10 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Ford |
734 |
Were they his men?
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11 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
735 |
Marry, were they.
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12 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
799 |
Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should
lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my
good friends for three reprieves for you and your
coach-fellow Nym; or else you had looked through
the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in
hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were
good soldiers and tall fellows; and when Mistress
Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon
mine honour thou hadst it not.
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13 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Hostess Quickly |
902 |
That were a jest indeed! they have not so little
grace, I hope: that were a trick indeed! but
Mistress Page would desire you to send her your
little page, of all loves: her husband has a
marvellous infection to the little page; and truly
Master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in
Windsor leads a better life than she does: do what
she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go
to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as
she will: and truly she deserves it; for if there
be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must
send her your page; no remedy.
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14 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2] |
Mistress Page |
1313 |
Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to
be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether
had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?
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15 |
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.
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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.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3] |
Falstaff |
1460 |
By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so: thou
wouldst make an absolute courtier; and the firm
fixture of thy foot would give an excellent motion
to thy gait in a semi-circled farthingale. I see
what thou wert, if Fortune thy foe were not, Nature
thy friend. Come, thou canst not hide it.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3] |
Mistress Ford |
1513 |
What shall I do? There is a gentleman my dear
friend; and I fear not mine own shame so much as his
peril: I had rather than a thousand pound he were
out of the house.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3] |
Mistress Page |
1517 |
For shame! never stand 'you had rather' and 'you
had rather:' your husband's here at hand, bethink
you of some conveyance: in the house you cannot
hide him. O, how have you deceived me! Look, here
is a basket: if he be of any reasonable stature, he
may creep in here; and throw foul linen upon him, as
if it were going to bucking: or—it is whiting-time
—send him by your two men to Datchet-mead.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3] |
Mistress Ford |
1546 |
Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You
were best meddle with buck-washing.
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