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Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.

      — King John, Act II Scene 2

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KEYWORD: child

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 4]

Mistress Page

1702

Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 4]

Hostess Quickly

1728

This is my doing, now: 'Nay,' said I, 'will you cast
away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on
Master Fenton:' this is my doing.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

1930

I pray you, have your remembrance, child,
accusative, hung, hang, hog.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 1]

Hostess Quickly

1944

Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her! never name
her, child, if she be a whore.

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 1]

Hostess Quickly

1947

You do ill to teach the child such words: he
teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do
fast enough of themselves, and to call 'horum:' fie upon you!

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

Falstaff

2583

Divide me like a bribe buck, each a haunch: I will
keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow
of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands.
Am I a woodman, ha? Speak I like Herne the hunter?
Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes
restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!

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