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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Falstaff |
102 |
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king?
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2 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Falstaff |
107 |
I will answer it straight; I have done all this.
That is now answered.
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3 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Pistol |
120 |
How now, Mephostophilus!
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4 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
124 |
Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand. There is
three umpires in this matter, as I understand; that
is, Master Page, fidelicet Master Page; and there is
myself, fidelicet myself; and the three party is,
lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter.
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Page |
174 |
How now, Mistress Ford!
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6 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Slender |
182 |
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of
Songs and Sonnets here.
[Enter SIMPLE]
How now, Simple! where have you been? I must wait
on myself, must I? You have not the Book of Riddles
about you, have you?
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7 |
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.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Falstaff |
341 |
No quips now, Pistol! Indeed, I am in the waist two
yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about
thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's
wife: I spy entertainment in her; she discourses,
she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I
can construe the action of her familiar style; and
the hardest voice of her behavior, to be Englished
rightly, is, 'I am Sir John Falstaff's.'
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9 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Falstaff |
352 |
Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her
husband's purse: he hath a legion of angels.
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10 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Falstaff |
356 |
I have writ me here a letter to her: and here
another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good
eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious
oeillades; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my
foot, sometimes my portly belly.
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11 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Fenton |
536 |
How now, good woman? how dost thou?
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12 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Fenton |
560 |
Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.
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13 |
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.
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14 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
707 |
How now, Meg!
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15 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
710 |
How now, sweet Frank! why art thou melancholy?
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16 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
712 |
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head. Now,
will you go, Mistress Page?
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17 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
726 |
How now, Master Ford!
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18 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
730 |
Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would
offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent
towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men;
very rogues, now they be out of service.
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19 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
745 |
Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes:
there is either liquor in his pate or money in his
purse when he looks so merrily.
[Enter Host]
How now, mine host!
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20 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Host |
750 |
How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman.
Cavaleiro-justice, I say!
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