Speeches (Lines) for Sir Hugh Evans
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Robert Shallow. It is an old coat. Sir Hugh Evans. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well;
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Robert Shallow. You may, by marrying. Sir Hugh Evans. It is marring indeed, if he quarter it. |
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Robert Shallow. Not a whit. Sir Hugh Evans. Yes, py'r lady; if he has a quarter of your coat,
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Robert Shallow. The council shall bear it; it is a riot. Sir Hugh Evans. It is not meet the council hear a riot; there is no
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Robert Shallow. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword
Sir Hugh Evans. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it:
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Slender. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks
Sir Hugh Evans. It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as
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Slender. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound? Sir Hugh Evans. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny. |
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Slender. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts. Sir Hugh Evans. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts. |
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Robert Shallow. Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there? Sir Hugh Evans. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do
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(stage directions). [Enter PAGE] Sir Hugh Evans. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice
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Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good
Sir Hugh Evans. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. |
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Falstaff. 'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel:
Sir Hugh Evans. Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts. |
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Slender. Where's Simple, my man? Can you tell, cousin? Sir Hugh Evans. Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand. There is
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Page. We three, to hear it and end it between them. Sir Hugh Evans. Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my note-
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Pistol. He hears with ears. Sir Hugh Evans. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, 'He
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Falstaff. Is this true, Pistol? Sir Hugh Evans. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse. |
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Bardolph. Why, sir, for my part I say the gentleman had drunk
Sir Hugh Evans. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is! |
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Slender. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no
Sir Hugh Evans. So Got udge me, that is a virtuous mind. |
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Slender. So I do, sir. Sir Hugh Evans. Give ear to his motions, Master Slender: I will
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Slender. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says: I pray
Sir Hugh Evans. But that is not the question: the question is
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Robert Shallow. Ay, there's the point, sir. Sir Hugh Evans. Marry, is it; the very point of it; to Mistress Anne Page. |
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Slender. Why, if it be so, I will marry her upon any
Sir Hugh Evans. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us command to
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Slender. I hope, sir, I will do as it shall become one that
Sir Hugh Evans. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies! you must speak
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Slender. I will marry her, sir, at your request: but if there
Sir Hugh Evans. It is a fery discretion answer; save the fall is in
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Robert Shallow. I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne. Sir Hugh Evans. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the grace. |
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE] Sir Hugh Evans. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' house which
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Simple. Well, sir. Sir Hugh Evans. Nay, it is petter yet. Give her this letter; for it
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE] Sir Hugh Evans. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man,
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Simple. Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every
Sir Hugh Evans. I most fehemently desire you you will also look that
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(stage directions). [Exit] Sir Hugh Evans. 'Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and
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Simple. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh. Sir Hugh Evans. He's welcome.
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Simple. No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master
Sir Hugh Evans. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms. |
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Page. 'Save you, good Sir Hugh! Sir Hugh Evans. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! |
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Page. And youthful still! in your doublet and hose this
Sir Hugh Evans. There is reasons and causes for it. |
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Page. We are come to you to do a good office, master parson. Sir Hugh Evans. Fery well: what is it? |
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Robert Shallow. I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
Sir Hugh Evans. What is he? |
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Page. I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, the
Sir Hugh Evans. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as
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Page. Why? Sir Hugh Evans. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen,
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Doctor Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear.
Sir Hugh Evans. [Aside to DOCTOR CAIUS] Pray you, use your patience:
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Doctor Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape. Sir Hugh Evans. [Aside to DOCTOR CAIUS] Pray you let us not be
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Doctor Caius. Diable! Jack Rugby,—mine host de Jarteer,—have I
Sir Hugh Evans. As I am a Christians soul now, look you, this is the
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Doctor Caius. Ha, do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of
Sir Hugh Evans. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-stog. I
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Doctor Caius. By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me
Sir Hugh Evans. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, follow. |
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(stage directions). [Exit] Sir Hugh Evans. This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies. |
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Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Sir Hugh Evans. If there be any pody in the house, and in the
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Ford. 'Tis my fault, Master Page: I suffer for it. Sir Hugh Evans. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is as
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Ford. Any thing. Sir Hugh Evans. If there is one, I shall make two in the company. |
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Ford. Pray you, go, Master Page. Sir Hugh Evans. I pray you now, remembrance tomorrow on the lousy
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Doctor Caius. Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart! Sir Hugh Evans. A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries! |
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Mistress Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but bring my young
Sir Hugh Evans. No; Master Slender is let the boys leave to play. |
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Mistress Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says my son profits nothing in
Sir Hugh Evans. Come hither, William; hold up your head; come. |
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Mistress Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your head; answer your
Sir Hugh Evans. William, how many numbers is in nouns? |
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Hostess Quickly. Truly, I thought there had been one number more,
Sir Hugh Evans. Peace your tattlings! What is 'fair,' William? |
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Hostess Quickly. Polecats! there are fairer things than polecats, sure. Sir Hugh Evans. You are a very simplicity 'oman: I pray you peace.
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William Page. A stone. Sir Hugh Evans. And what is 'a stone,' William? |
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William Page. A pebble. Sir Hugh Evans. No, it is 'lapis:' I pray you, remember in your prain. |
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William Page. Lapis. Sir Hugh Evans. That is a good William. What is he, William, that
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William Page. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun, and be thus
Sir Hugh Evans. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, mark:
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William Page. Accusativo, hinc. Sir Hugh Evans. I pray you, have your remembrance, child,
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Hostess Quickly. 'Hang-hog' is Latin for bacon, I warrant you. Sir Hugh Evans. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the focative
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William Page. O,—vocativo, O. Sir Hugh Evans. Remember, William; focative is caret. |
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Hostess Quickly. And that's a good root. Sir Hugh Evans. 'Oman, forbear. |
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Mistress Page. Peace! Sir Hugh Evans. What is your genitive case plural, William? |
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William Page. Genitive case! Sir Hugh Evans. Ay. |
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Hostess Quickly. Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her! never name
Sir Hugh Evans. For shame, 'oman. |
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Hostess Quickly. You do ill to teach the child such words: he
Sir Hugh Evans. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no
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Mistress Page. Prithee, hold thy peace. Sir Hugh Evans. Show me now, William, some declensions of your pronouns. |
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William Page. Forsooth, I have forgot. Sir Hugh Evans. It is qui, quae, quod: if you forget your 'quies,'
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Mistress Page. He is a better scholar than I thought he was. Sir Hugh Evans. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, Mistress Page. |
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Page. Why, this passes, Master Ford; you are not to go
Sir Hugh Evans. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad dog! |
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Ford. I shall find you anon. Sir Hugh Evans. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wife's
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Robert Shallow. By my fidelity, this is not well, Master Ford; this
Sir Hugh Evans. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the
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Ford. Hang her, witch! Sir Hugh Evans. By the yea and no, I think the 'oman is a witch
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(stage directions). [Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD,]
Sir Hugh Evans. 'Tis one of the best discretions of a 'oman as ever
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Page. How? to send him word they'll meet him in the park
Sir Hugh Evans. You say he has been thrown in the rivers and has
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Ford. The children must
Sir Hugh Evans. I will teach the children their behaviors; and I
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Mistress Page. Fear not you that. Go get us properties
Sir Hugh Evans. Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures and fery
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR HUGH EVANS] Sir Hugh Evans. Where is mine host? |
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Host. What is the matter, sir? Sir Hugh Evans. Have a care of your entertainments: there is a
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(stage directions). [Enter SIR HUGH EVANS, disguised, with others as Fairies] Sir Hugh Evans. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember your parts:
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(stage directions). [Lies down upon his face] Sir Hugh Evans. Where's Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid
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Hostess Quickly. About, about;
Sir Hugh Evans. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set
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Pistol. A trial, come. Sir Hugh Evans. Come, will this wood take fire? |
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Falstaff. And these are not fairies? I was three or four
Sir Hugh Evans. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your
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Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh. Sir Hugh Evans. And leave your jealousies too, I pray you. |
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Falstaff. Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that
Sir Hugh Evans. Seese is not good to give putter; your belly is all putter. |
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Ford. And as wicked as his wife? Sir Hugh Evans. And given to fornications, and to taverns and sack
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