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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Sir Hugh Evans

59

Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do
despise one that is false, or as I despise one that
is not true. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, I
beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will
peat the door for Master Page.
[Knocks]
What, hoa! Got pless your house here!

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Robert Shallow

103

Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and
broke open my lodge.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Page

568

What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-
time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?
Let me see.
[Reads]
'Ask me no reason why I love you; for though
Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him
not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more
am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry,
so am I; ha, ha! then there's more sympathy: you
love sack, and so do I; would you desire better
sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,—at
the least, if the love of soldier can suffice,—
that I love thee. I will not say, pity me; 'tis
not a soldier-like phrase: but I say, love me. By me,
Thine own true knight,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light,
With all his might
For thee to fight, JOHN FALSTAFF'
What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked
world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with
age to show himself a young gallant! What an
unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard
picked—with the devil's name!—out of my
conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me?
Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What
should I say to him? I was then frugal of my
mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill
in the parliament for the putting down of men. How
shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be,
as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Mistress Page

666

Let's consult together against this greasy knight.
Come hither.

5

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.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Page

730

Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would
offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent
towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men;
very rogues, now they be out of service.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Host

768

Hast thou no suit against my knight, my
guest-cavaleire?

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1]

Host

773

My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress;
—said I well?—and thy name shall be Brook. It is
a merry knight. Will you go, An-heires?

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 3]

Doctor Caius

1181

By gar, me dank you for dat: by gar, I love you;
and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl,
de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

10

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 2]

Host

1396

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

11

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Mistress Page

1529

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

12

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Mistress Page

1533

Help to cover your master, boy. Call your men,
Mistress Ford. You dissembling knight!

13

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.

14

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Page

1996

Of none but him; and swears he was carried out, the
last time he searched for him, in a basket; protests
to my husband he is now here, and hath drawn him and
the rest of their company from their sport, to make
another experiment of his suspicion: but I am glad
the knight is not here; now he shall see his own foolery.

15

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Ford

2004

I am undone! The knight is here.

16

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Second Servant

2072

Pray heaven it be not full of knight again.

17

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Page

2170

Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the
figures out of your husband's brains. If they can
find in their hearts the poor unvirtuous fat knight
shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be
the ministers.

18

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4]

Mistress Page

2242

That likewise have we thought upon, and thus:
Nan Page my daughter and my little son
And three or four more of their growth we'll dress
Like urchins, ouphes and fairies, green and white,
With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
And rattles in their hands: upon a sudden,
As Falstaff, she and I, are newly met,
Let them from forth a sawpit rush at once
With some diffused song: upon their sight,
We two in great amazedness will fly:
Then let them all encircle him about
And, fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight,
And ask him why, that hour of fairy revel,
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread
In shape profane.

19

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4]

Sir Hugh Evans

2265

I will teach the children their behaviors; and I
will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the
knight with my taber.

20

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 5]

Host

2307

Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed: I'll
call. Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from
thy lungs military: art thou there? it is thine
host, thine Ephesian, calls.