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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Falstaff

377

[To ROBIN] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,
French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

491

[Aside to SIMPLE] I am glad he is so quiet: if he
had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him
so loud and so melancholy. But notwithstanding,
man, I'll do you your master what good I can: and
the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my
master,—I may call him my master, look you, for I
keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake,
scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds and do
all myself,—

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Robert Shallow

757

Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh
the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Page

1250

I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, the
renowned French physician.

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Host

1284

Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh,
soul-curer and body-curer!