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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1] |
Slender |
283 |
Nay, pray you, lead the way.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 2] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
291 |
Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' house which
is the way: and there dwells one Mistress Quickly,
which is in the manner of his nurse, or his dry
nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and
his wringer.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
411 |
Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in
faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.
[Exit RUGBY]
An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant
shall come in house withal, and, I warrant you, no
tell-tale nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is,
that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish
that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let
that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is?
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4 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Simple |
483 |
To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to
speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my
master in the way of marriage.
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4] |
Hostess Quickly |
539 |
In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and
gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you
that by the way; I praise heaven for it.
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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?
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Hostess Quickly |
853 |
Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you
have brought her into such a canaries as 'tis
wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the
court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her
to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and
lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches, I warrant
you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift
after gift; smelling so sweetly, all musk, and so
rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in
such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of
the best and the fairest, that would have won any
woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could never
get an eye-wink of her: I had myself twenty angels
given me this morning; but I defy all angels, in
any such sort, as they say, but in the way of
honesty: and, I warrant you, they could never get
her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of
them all: and yet there has been earls, nay, which
is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
1191 |
I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man,
and friend Simple by your name, which way have you
looked for Master Caius, that calls himself doctor of physic?
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9 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Simple |
1194 |
Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every
way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town
way.
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10 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
1197 |
I most fehemently desire you you will also look that
way.
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11 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Simple |
1219 |
Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Simple |
1224 |
No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master
Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over
the stile, this way.
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13 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
1272 |
[Aside to DOCTOR CAIUS] Pray you let us not be
laughing-stocks to other men's humours; I desire you
in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
[Aloud]
I will knog your urinals about your knave's cockscomb
for missing your meetings and appointments.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2] |
Mistress Page |
1313 |
Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to
be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether
had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2] |
Page |
1380 |
Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is
of no having: he kept company with the wild prince
and Poins; he is of too high a region; he knows too
much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes
with the finger of my substance: if he take her,
let him take her simply; the wealth I have waits on
my consent, and my consent goes not that way.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3] |
Ford |
1548 |
Buck! I would I could wash myself of the buck!
Buck, buck, buck! Ay, buck; I warrant you, buck;
and of the season too, it shall appear.
[Exeunt Servants with the basket]
Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my
dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my
chambers; search, seek, find out: I'll warrant
we'll unkennel the fox. Let me stop this way first.
[Locking the door]
So, now uncape.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2] |
Ford |
2008 |
Which way should be go? how should I bestow him?
Shall I put him into the basket again?
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2] |
Ford |
2075 |
Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any
way then to unfool me again? Set down the basket,
villain! Somebody call my wife. Youth in a basket!
O you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, a
pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the devil
be shamed. What, wife, I say! Come, come forth!
Behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching!
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2] |
Mistress Page |
2165 |
The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of
him: if the devil have him not in fee-simple, with
fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the
way of waste, attempt us again.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4] |
Ford |
2212 |
There is no better way than that they spoke of.
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