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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

66

[Within] Who's there?

2

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

91

Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good
office between you.

3

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 1]

Page

171

Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within.

4

Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 4]

Fenton

533

[Within] Who's within there? ho!

5

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 3]

Robin

1483

[Within] Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford! here's
Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing and
looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.

6

Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 5]

Falstaff

1799

I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word
to stay within: I like his money well. O, here he comes.

7

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2]

Mistress Page

1975

[Within] What, ho, gossip Ford! what, ho!

8

Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4]

Mistress Page

2199

Within a quarter of an hour.

9

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

(stage directions)

2589

[Noise within]

10

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

Hostess Quickly

2620

About, about;
Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room:. That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit,
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour
With juice of balm and every precious flower:
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing,
Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:
The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And 'Honi soit qui mal y pense' write
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white;
Let sapphire, pearl and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee:
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away; disperse: but till 'tis one o'clock,
Our dance of custom round about the oak
Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

11

Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5]

Hostess Quickly

2656

Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme;
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
SONG.
Fie on sinful fantasy!
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart, whose flames aspire
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villany;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,
Till candles and starlight and moonshine be out.
[During this song they pinch FALSTAFF. DOCTOR CAIUS]
comes one way, and steals away a boy in green;
SLENDER another way, and takes off a boy in white;
and FENTON comes and steals away ANN PAGE.
A noise of hunting is heard within. All the
Fairies run away. FALSTAFF pulls off his buck's
head, and rises]