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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, 1]

Robert Shallow

37

Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword
should end it.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Slender

56

I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

68

Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice
Shallow; and here young Master Slender, that
peradventures shall tell you another tale, if
matters grow to your likings.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

238

Here comes fair Mistress Anne.
[Re-enter ANNE PAGE]
Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne!

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Pistol

336

Young ravens must have food.

6

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.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

451

Ay, forsooth; I'll fetch it you.
[Aside]
I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found
the young man, he would have been horn-mad.

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

468

Ay me, he'll find the young man here, and be mad!

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Hostess Quickly

474

The young man is an honest man.

10

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.

11

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Ford

673

Why, sir, my wife is not young.

12

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Pistol

674

He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.

13

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Host

1375

What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he
dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he
speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will
carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he
will carry't.

14

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 1]

Mistress Page

1896

I'll be with her by and by; I'll but bring my young
man here to school. Look, where his master comes;
'tis a playing-day, I see.
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS]
How now, Sir Hugh! no school to-day?