Speeches (Lines) for Falstaff
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Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king? |
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But not kissed your keeper's daughter? |
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I will answer it straight; I have done all this.
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'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel:
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Good worts! good cabbage. Slender, I broke your
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Pistol! |
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Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's purse? |
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Is this true, Pistol? |
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What say you, Scarlet and John? |
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You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it.
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Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met:
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Mine host of the Garter! |
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Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my
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I sit at ten pounds a week. |
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Do so, good mine host. |
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Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade:
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I am glad I am so acquit of this tinderbox: his
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Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. |
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There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must shift. |
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Which of you know Ford of this town? |
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My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. |
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No quips now, Pistol! Indeed, I am in the waist two
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Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her
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I have writ me here a letter to her: and here
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O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a
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[To ROBIN] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;
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I will not lend thee a penny. |
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Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should
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Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll
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Let her approach. |
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Good morrow, good wife. |
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Good maid, then. |
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I do believe the swearer. What with me? |
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Two thousand, fair woman: and I'll vouchsafe thee
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Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,— |
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I warrant thee, nobody hears; mine own people, mine
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Well, Mistress Ford; what of her? |
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Mistress Ford; come, Mistress Ford,— |
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But what says she to me? be brief, my good
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Ten and eleven? |
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Ten and eleven. Woman, commend me to her; I will
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Not I, I assure thee: setting the attractions of my
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But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife and
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Why, I will. |
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Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's
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Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make
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Brook is his name? |
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Call him in.
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And you, sir! Would you speak with me? |
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You're welcome. What's your will? Give us leave, drawer. |
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Good Master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you. |
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Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. |
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Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter. |
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Speak, good Master Brook: I shall be glad to be
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Very well, sir; proceed. |
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Well, sir. |
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Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands? |
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Have you importuned her to such a purpose? |
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Of what quality was your love, then? |
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To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? |
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O, sir! |
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Would it apply well to the vehemency of your
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Master Brook, I will first make bold with your
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I say you shall. |
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Want no Mistress Ford, Master Brook; you shall want
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Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not:
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Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I will
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Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let
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Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate,
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Let the court of France show me such another. I see
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By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so: thou
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What made me love thee? let that persuade thee
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Thou mightst as well say I love to walk by the
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Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. |
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She shall not see me: I will ensconce me behind the arras. |
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[Coming forward] Let me see't, let me see't, O, let
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I love thee. Help me away. Let me creep in here.
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Bardolph, I say,— |
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Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't.
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Let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my
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Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of
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Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.
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Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough; I was thrown
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So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise. |
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Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her
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Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest thou? |
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Well, be gone: I will not miss her. |
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I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word
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Now, master Brook, you come to know what hath passed
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Master Brook, I will not lie to you: I was at her
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Very ill-favoredly, Master Brook. |
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No, Master Brook; but the peaking Cornuto her
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While I was there. |
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You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes
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By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul
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Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have
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Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have
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Is it? I will then address me to my appointment.
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Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my
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No, I'll come no more i' the basket. May I not go
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What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney. |
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Where is it? |
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I'll go out then. |
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Good hearts, devise something: any extremity rather
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[Above] How now, mine host! |
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There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with
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Ay, marry, was it, mussel-shell: what would you with her? |
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I spake with the old woman about it. |
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Marry, she says that the very same man that
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What are they? let us know. |
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'Tis, 'tis his fortune. |
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To have her, or no. Go; say the woman told me so. |
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Ay, sir; like who more bold. |
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Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught
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I would all the world might be cozened; for I have
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The devil take one party and his dam the other! and
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What tellest thou me of black and blue? I was
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Come up into my chamber. |
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Prithee, no more prattling; go. I'll hold. This is
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Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince.
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I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor
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The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the minute
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My doe with the black scut! Let the sky rain
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Divide me like a bribe buck, each a haunch: I will
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What should this be? |
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I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the
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They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die:
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Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he
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Oh, Oh, Oh! |
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I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. |
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And these are not fairies? I was three or four
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Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that
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'Seese' and 'putter'! have I lived to stand at the
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Well, I am your theme: you have the start of me; I
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I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to
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When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. |