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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

25

Yes, py'r lady; if he has a quarter of your coat,
there is but three skirts for yourself, in my
simple conjectures: but that is all one. If Sir
John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto
you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my
benevolence to make atonements and compremises
between you.

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

58

Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there?

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

88

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: can there be
more said? he is good and fair. Is Sir John
Falstaff here?

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

101

[Enter FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL]

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

304

[Enter FALSTAFF, Host, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL,]
and ROBIN]

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Falstaff

377

[To ROBIN] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,
French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

383

[Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN]

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3]

Pistol

394

And I to Ford shall eke unfold
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his soft couch defile.

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Nym

689

[To PAGE] And this is true; I like not the humour
of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours: I
should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I
have a sword and it shall bite upon my necessity.
He loves your wife; there's the short and the long.
My name is Corporal Nym; I speak and I avouch; 'tis
true: my name is Nym and Falstaff loves your wife.
Adieu. I love not the humour of bread and cheese,
and there's the humour of it. Adieu.

10

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Ford

701

I will seek out Falstaff.

11

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Ford

787

Though Page be a secure fool, an stands so firmly
on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my
opinion so easily: she was in his company at Page's
house; and what they made there, I know not. Well,
I will look further into't: and I have a disguise
to sound Falstaff. If I find her honest, I lose not
my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed.

12

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

(stage directions)

795

[Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL]

13

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

Ford

1073

What a damned Epicurean rascal is this! My heart is
ready to crack with impatience. Who says this is
improvident jealousy? my wife hath sent to him; the
hour is fixed; the match is made. Would any man
have thought this? See the hell of having a false
woman! My bed shall be abused, my coffers
ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not
only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under
the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that
does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds
well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are
devils' additions, the names of fiends: but
Cuckold! Wittol!—Cuckold! the devil himself hath
not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass: he
will trust his wife; he will not be jealous. I will
rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh
the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my
aqua-vitae bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling
gelding, than my wife with herself; then she plots,
then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they
think in their hearts they may effect, they will
break their hearts but they will effect. God be
praised for my jealousy! Eleven o'clock the hour.
I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on
Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it;
better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold!

14

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Robin

1330

Sir John Falstaff.

15

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Ford

1331

Sir John Falstaff!

16

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]

17

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Host

1396

Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest knight
Falstaff, and drink canary with him.

18

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

(stage directions)

1443

[Enter FALSTAFF]

19

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Mistress Ford

1487

Pray you, do so: she's a very tattling woman.
[FALSTAFF hides himself]
[Re-enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN]
What's the matter? how now!

20

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Mistress Page

1529

What, Sir John Falstaff! Are these your letters, knight?