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A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

      — Macbeth, Act II Scene 4

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

46

It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as
you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys,
and gold and silver, is her grandsire upon his
death's-bed—Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!
—give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years
old: it were a goot motion if we leave our pribbles
and prabbles, and desire a marriage between Master
Abraham and Mistress Anne Page.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

129

We three, to hear it and end it between them.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

130

Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my note-
book; and we will afterwards ork upon the cause with
as great discreetly as we can.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

178

Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a
hot venison pasty to dinner: come, gentlemen, I hope
we shall drink down all unkindness.

5

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?

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

226

I will marry her, sir, at your request: but if there
be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may
decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are
married and have more occasion to know one another;
I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt:
but if you say, 'Marry her,' I will marry her; that
I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

280

Come, gentle Master Slender, come; we stay for you.

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Falstaff

363

O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a
greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did
seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here's
another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she
is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will
be cheater to them both, and they shall be
exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West
Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go bear thou
this letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to
Mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

439

We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man;
go into this closet: he will not stay long.
[Shuts SIMPLE in the closet]
What, John Rugby! John! what, John, I say!
Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt
he be not well, that he comes not home.
[Singing]
And down, down, adown-a, &c.

10

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

523

Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We
must give folks leave to prate: what, the good-jer!

11

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

548

Well, thereby hangs a tale: good faith, it is such
another Nan; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever
broke bread: we had an hour's talk of that wart. I
shall never laugh but in that maid's company! But
indeed she is given too much to allicholy and
musing: but for you—well, go to.

12

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

557

Will I? i'faith, that we will; and I will tell your
worship more of the wart the next time we have
confidence; and of other wooers.

13

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Ford

617

We burn daylight: here, read, read; perceive how I
might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat
men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of
men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised
women's modesty; and gave such orderly and
well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I
would have sworn his disposition would have gone to
the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere
and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to
the tune of 'Green Sleeves.' What tempest, I trow,
threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his
belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged
on him? I think the best way were to entertain him
with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted
him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?

14

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Page

723

Go in with us and see: we have an hour's talk with
you.

15

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Robert Shallow

753

I follow, mine host, I follow. Good even and
twenty, good Master Page! Master Page, will you go
with us? we have sport in hand.

16

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Host

784

Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?

17

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Robert Shallow

1140

Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be old and of
the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to
make one. Though we are justices and doctors and
churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our
youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page.

18

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Robert Shallow

1171

We will do it.

19

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

1201

'Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and
trempling of mind! I shall be glad if he have
deceived me. How melancholies I am! I will knog
his urinals about his knave's costard when I have
good opportunities for the ork. 'Pless my soul!
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow—
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
[Sings]
Melodious birds sing madrigals—
When as I sat in Pabylon—
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow &c.

20

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Page

1240

We are come to you to do a good office, master parson.

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