Speeches (Lines) for Bardolph
in "Merry Wives of Windsor"
Total: 14

1

I,1,118

Slender. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you;
and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph,
Nym, and Pistol.

Bardolph. You Banbury cheese!

2

I,1,157

Falstaff. What say you, Scarlet and John?

Bardolph. Why, sir, for my part I say the gentleman had drunk
himself out of his five sentences.

3

I,1,160

Sir Hugh Evans. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is!

Bardolph. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashiered; and
so conclusions passed the careires.

4

I,3,323

Falstaff. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade:
an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered
serving-man a fresh tapster. Go; adieu.

Bardolph. It is a life that I have desired: I will thrive.

5

II,2,938

(stage directions). [Enter BARDOLPH]

Bardolph. Sir John, there's one Master Brook below would fain
speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath
sent your worship a morning's draught of sack.

6

II,2,942

Falstaff. Brook is his name?

Bardolph. Ay, sir.

7

III,5,1747

Falstaff. Bardolph, I say,—

Bardolph. Here, sir.

8

III,5,1765

(stage directions). [Re-enter BARDOLPH with sack]

Bardolph. Here's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you.

9

III,5,1769

Falstaff. Let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my
belly's as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs for
pills to cool the reins. Call her in.

Bardolph. Come in, woman!

10

III,5,1775

Falstaff. Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of
sack finely.

Bardolph. With eggs, sir?

11

IV,3,2182

(stage directions). [Enter Host and BARDOLPH]

Bardolph. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your
horses: the duke himself will be to-morrow at
court, and they are going to meet him.

12

IV,3,2188

Host. What duke should that be comes so secretly? I hear
not of him in the court. Let me speak with the
gentlemen: they speak English?

Bardolph. Ay, sir; I'll call them to you.

13

IV,5,2356

(stage directions). [Enter BARDOLPH]

Bardolph. Out, alas, sir! cozenage, mere cozenage!

14

IV,5,2358

Host. Where be my horses? speak well of them, varletto.

Bardolph. Run away with the cozeners; for so soon as I came
beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one of
them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs and away,
like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.