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I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

      — Twelfth Night, Act III Scene 4

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KEYWORD: yonder

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Page

714

Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George.
[Aside to MISTRESS FORD]
Look who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger
to this paltry knight.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Simple

1219

Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1]

Page

1242

Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, belike
having received wrong by some person, is at most
odds with his own gravity and patience that ever you
saw.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Page

1987

Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again:
he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails
against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's
daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets
himself on the forehead, crying, 'Peer out, peer
out!' that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but
tameness, civility and patience, to this his
distemper he is in now: I am glad the fat knight is not here.

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

Slender

2754

I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page,
and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been
i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he
should have swinged me. If I did not think it had
been Anne Page, would I might never stir!—and 'tis
a postmaster's boy.

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