Speeches (Lines) for Pistol
in "Merry Wives of Windsor"
Total: 29

1

I,1,120

How now, Mephostophilus!

2

I,1,134

He hears with ears.

3

I,1,145

Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and Master mine,
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo.
Word of denial in thy labras here!
Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest!

4

I,3,324

O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

5

I,3,331

'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico
for the phrase!

6

I,3,334

Why, then, let kibes ensue.

7

I,3,336

Young ravens must have food.

8

I,3,338

I ken the wight: he is of substance good.

9

I,3,340

Two yards, and more.

10

I,3,349

He hath studied her will, and translated her will,
out of honesty into English.

11

I,3,354

As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.

12

I,3,361

Then did the sun on dunghill shine.

13

I,3,373

Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!

14

I,3,384

Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
And high and low beguiles the rich and poor:
Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!

15

I,3,389

Wilt thou revenge?

16

I,3,391

With wit or steel?

17

I,3,394

And I to Ford shall eke unfold
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his soft couch defile.

18

I,3,402

Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on.

19

II,1,671

Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:
Sir John affects thy wife.

20

II,1,674

He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.

21

II,1,678

With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,
Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels:
O, odious is the name!

22

II,1,682

The horn, I say. Farewell.
Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night:
Take heed, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do sing.
Away, Sir Corporal Nym!
Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.

23

II,2,797

Why, then the world's mine oyster.
Which I with sword will open.

24

II,2,808

Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?

25

II,2,824

I do relent: what would thou more of man?

26

II,2,927

This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:
Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights:
Give fire: she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!

27

V,5,2606

Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.
Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap:
Where fires thou find'st unraked and hearths unswept,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.

28

V,5,2647

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

29

V,5,2652

A trial, come.