| Author |
Quotes |
| William Shakespeare | O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | "Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | We burn daylight. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | There 's the humour of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| William Shakespeare | Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | This is the short and the long of it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | We have some salt of our youth in us. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| William Shakespeare | What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| William Shakespeare | O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | Happy man be his dole! -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4. |
| William Shakespeare | I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | As good luck would have it. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
| William Shakespeare | A man of my kidney. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. |
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