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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Slender |
81 |
How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say he
was outrun on Cotsall.
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2 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Anne Page |
268 |
I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.
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3 |
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,—
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4 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
702 |
I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Ford |
727 |
You heard what this knave told me, did you not?
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6 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
728 |
Yes: and you heard what the other told me?
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7 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Page |
777 |
I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in
his rapier.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Robert Shallow |
1246 |
I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so
wide of his own respect.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2] |
Ford |
1338 |
Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes? hath he any
thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them.
Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty mile, as
easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve
score. He pieces out his wife's inclination; he
gives her folly motion and advantage: and now she's
going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A
man may hear this shower sing in the wind. And
Falstaff's boy with her! Good plots, they are laid;
and our revolted wives share damnation together.
Well; I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck
the borrowed veil of modesty from the so seeming
Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and
wilful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings all
my neighbours shall cry aim.
[Clock heard]
The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me
search: there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be
rather praised for this than mocked; for it is as
positive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is
there: I will go.
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host,]
SIR HUGH EVANS, DOCTOR CAIUS, and RUGBY]
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3] |
Mistress Page |
1591 |
[Aside to MISTRESS FORD] Heard you that?
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4] |
Mistress Page |
2223 |
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree and takes the cattle
And makes milch-kine yield blood and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner:
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Received and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5] |
Hostess Quickly |
2656 |
Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme;
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
SONG.
Fie on sinful fantasy!
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart, whose flames aspire
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villany;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,
Till candles and starlight and moonshine be out.
[During this song they pinch FALSTAFF. DOCTOR CAIUS]
comes one way, and steals away a boy in green;
SLENDER another way, and takes off a boy in white;
and FENTON comes and steals away ANN PAGE.
A noise of hunting is heard within. All the
Fairies run away. FALSTAFF pulls off his buck's
head, and rises]
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