Speeches (Lines) for Mistress Ford
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Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house. |
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Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary. |
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Well, I do then; yet I say I could show you to the
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O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I
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If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so,
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We burn daylight: here, read, read; perceive how I
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Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very
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'Boarding,' call you it? I'll be sure to keep him
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Nay, I will consent to act any villany against him,
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You are the happier woman. |
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How now, sweet Frank! why art thou melancholy? |
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Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head. Now,
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[Aside to MISTRESS PAGE] Trust me, I thought on her:
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What, John! What, Robert! |
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I warrant. What, Robin, I say! |
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Here, set it down. |
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Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be
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I ha' told them over and over; they lack no
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How now, my eyas-musket! what news with you? |
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Do so. Go tell thy master I am alone.
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Go to, then: we'll use this unwholesome humidity,
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O sweet Sir John! |
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I your lady, Sir John! alas, I should be a pitiful lady! |
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A plain kerchief, Sir John: my brows become nothing
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Believe me, there is no such thing in me. |
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Do not betray me, sir. I fear you love Mistress Page. |
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Well, heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one
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Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not
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Pray you, do so: she's a very tattling woman.
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What's the matter, good Mistress Page? |
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What cause of suspicion? |
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Why, alas, what's the matter? |
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'Tis not so, I hope. |
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What shall I do? There is a gentleman my dear
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He's too big to go in there. What shall I do? |
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What, John! Robert! John!
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Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You
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I know not which pleases me better, that my husband
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I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so
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I think my husband hath some special suspicion of
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Shall we send that foolish carrion, Mistress
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You use me well, Master Ford, do you? |
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Heaven make you better than your thoughts! |
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He's a-birding, sweet Sir John. |
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Step into the chamber, Sir John. |
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Why, none but mine own people. |
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No, certainly.
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Why? |
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Why, does he talk of him? |
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How near is he, Mistress Page? |
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I am undone! The knight is here. |
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There they always use to discharge their
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He will seek there, on my word. Neither press,
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How might we disguise him? |
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My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brentford, has a
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Go, go, sweet Sir John: Mistress Page and I will
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I would my husband would meet him in this shape: he
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But is my husband coming? |
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We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the
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I'll first direct my men what they shall do with the
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Go, sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders:
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Heaven be my witness you do, if you suspect me in
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Are you not ashamed? let the clothes alone. |
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Why, man, why? |
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If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death. |
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What, ho, Mistress Page! come you and the old woman
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Nay, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford. |
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Nay, good, sweet husband! Good gentlemen, let him
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Nay, he will do it. 'Tis a goodly credit for you. |
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Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat him most
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What think you? may we, with the warrant of
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Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him? |
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I'll warrant they'll have him publicly shamed: and
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Devise but how you'll use him when he comes,
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Marry, this is our device;
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And till he tell the truth,
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Where is Nan now and her troop of fairies, and the
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That cannot choose but amaze him. |
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We'll betray him finely. |
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The hour draws on. To the oak, to the oak! |
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Sir John! art thou there, my deer? my male deer? |
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Mistress Page is come with me, sweetheart. |
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Heaven forgive our sins |
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[with Mistress Page] Away, away! |
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Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet.
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