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O father Abram! what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others!

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act I Scene 3

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

22

You may, by marrying.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

59

Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do
despise one that is false, or as I despise one that
is not true. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, I
beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will
peat the door for Master Page.
[Knocks]
What, hoa! Got pless your house here!

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

79

Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

138

Ay, by these gloves, did he, or I would I might
never come in mine own great chamber again else, of
seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward
shovel-boards, that cost me two shilling and two
pence apiece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

149

By these gloves, then, 'twas he.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

153

By this hat, then, he in the red face had it; for
though I cannot remember what I did when you made me
drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Falstaff

175

Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met:
by your leave, good mistress.

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

191

Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word with
you, coz; marry, this, coz: there is, as 'twere, a
tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by Sir Hugh
here. Do you understand me?

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

262

I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised
my shin th' other day with playing at sword and
dagger with a master of fence; three veneys for a
dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot
abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your
dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?

10

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

273

That's meat and drink to me, now. I have seen
Sackerson loose twenty times, and have taken him by
the chain; but, I warrant you, the women have so
cried and shrieked at it, that it passed: but women,
indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-favored
rough things.

11

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

282

By cock and pie, you shall not choose, sir! come, come.

12

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Pistol

373

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

13

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Nym

390

By welkin and her star!

14

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Doctor Caius

465

By my trot, I tarry too long. Od's me!
Qu'ai-j'oublie! dere is some simples in my closet,
dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

15

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Doctor Caius

509

You jack'nape, give-a this letter to Sir Hugh; by
gar, it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in dee
park; and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest
to meddle or make. You may be gone; it is not good
you tarry here. By gar, I will cut all his two
stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to throw
at his dog:

16

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Doctor Caius

518

It is no matter-a ver dat: do not you tell-a me
dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? By gar, I
vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine
host of de Jarteer to measure our weapon. By gar, I
will myself have Anne Page.

17

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Doctor Caius

525

Rugby, come to the court with me. By gar, if I have
not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my
door. Follow my heels, Rugby.

18

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

539

In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and
gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you
that by the way; I praise heaven for it.

19

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Page

568

What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-
time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?
Let me see.
[Reads]
'Ask me no reason why I love you; for though
Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him
not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more
am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry,
so am I; ha, ha! then there's more sympathy: you
love sack, and so do I; would you desire better
sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,—at
the least, if the love of soldier can suffice,—
that I love thee. I will not say, pity me; 'tis
not a soldier-like phrase: but I say, love me. By me,
Thine own true knight,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light,
With all his might
For thee to fight, JOHN FALSTAFF'
What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked
world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with
age to show himself a young gallant! What an
unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard
picked—with the devil's name!—out of my
conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me?
Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What
should I say to him? I was then frugal of my
mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill
in the parliament for the putting down of men. How
shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be,
as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

20

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Pistol

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.

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