Speeches (Lines) for Mistress Page
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What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-
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And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very
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Faith, but you do, in my mind. |
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What's the matter, woman? |
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Hang the trifle, woman! take the honour. What is
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What? thou liest! Sir Alice Ford! These knights
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Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and
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Nay, I know not: it makes me almost ready to
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So will I. if he come under my hatches, I'll never
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Why, look where he comes; and my good man too: he's
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Let's consult together against this greasy knight.
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Whither go you, George? Hark you. |
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Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George.
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You are come to see my daughter Anne? |
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Go in with us and see: we have an hour's talk with
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Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to
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O, you are a flattering boy: now I see you'll be a courtier. |
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Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home? |
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Be sure of that,—two other husbands. |
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I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my
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He, he; I can never hit on's name. There is such a
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By your leave, sir: I am sick till I see her. |
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Quickly, quickly! is the buck-basket— |
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Come, come, come. |
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Give your men the charge; we must be brief. |
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You will do it? |
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Here comes little Robin. |
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You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been true to us? |
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Thou'rt a good boy: this secrecy of thine shall be
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I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me. |
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O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed,
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O well-a-day, Mistress Ford! having an honest man
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What cause of suspicion! Out pon you! how am I
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Your husband's coming hither, woman, with all the
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Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man
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For shame! never stand 'you had rather' and 'you
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What, Sir John Falstaff! Are these your letters, knight? |
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Help to cover your master, boy. Call your men,
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Is there not a double excellency in this? |
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What a taking was he in when your husband asked who
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Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same
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I will lay a plot to try that; and we will yet have
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We will do it: let him be sent for to-morrow,
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[Aside to MISTRESS FORD] Heard you that? |
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You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford. |
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Good Master Fenton, come not to my child. |
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I mean it not; I seek you a better husband. |
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Come, trouble not yourself. Good Master Fenton,
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Is he at Master Ford's already, think'st thou? |
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I'll be with her by and by; I'll but bring my young
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Sir Hugh, my husband says my son profits nothing in
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Come on, sirrah; hold up your head; answer your
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Peace! |
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Prithee, hold thy peace. |
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He is a better scholar than I thought he was. |
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Adieu, good Sir Hugh.
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[Within] What, ho, gossip Ford! what, ho! |
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How now, sweetheart! who's at home besides yourself? |
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Indeed! |
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Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here. |
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Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again:
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Of none but him; and swears he was carried out, the
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Hard by; at street end; he will be here anon. |
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Why then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead
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Alas, three of Master Ford's brothers watch the door
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If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir
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Alas the day, I know not! There is no woman's gown
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On my word, it will serve him; she's as big as he
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Quick, quick! we'll come dress you straight: put
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Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel, and the
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Ah, in good sadness, is he; and talks of the basket
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Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's go dress him
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Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot misuse him enough.
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Come, Mother Prat; come, give me your hand. |
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Are you not ashamed? I think you have killed the
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Trust me, he beat him most pitifully. |
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I'll have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the
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The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of
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Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the
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Come, to the forge with it then; shape it: I would
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Within a quarter of an hour. |
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There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
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That likewise have we thought upon, and thus:
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The truth being known,
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My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies,
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Fear not you that. Go get us properties
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Go, Mistress Ford,
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Master doctor, my daughter is in green: when you
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Fare you well, sir.
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They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak,
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If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be
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Against such lewdsters and their lechery
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Alas, what noise? |
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I pray you, come, hold up the jest no higher
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Why Sir John, do you think, though we would have the
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A puffed man? |
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[Aside] Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page be my
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Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose;
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Why, did you take her in green? |
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Why went you not with master doctor, maid? |
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Well, I will muse no further. Master Fenton,
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