Speeches (Lines) for Anne Page in "The Merry Wives of Windsor"

Total: 19
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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • The dinner is on the table; my father desires your
    worships' company.
  • The dinner is on the table; my father desires your
    worships' company.
  • Robert Shallow. Here comes fair Mistress Anne.
    [Re-enter ANNE PAGE]
    Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne!

    Anne Page. The dinner is on the table; my father desires your
    worships' company.

2 I / 1
  • Will't please your worship to come in, sir?
  • Will't please your worship to come in, sir?
  • Sir Hugh Evans. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the grace.

    Anne Page. Will't please your worship to come in, sir?

3 I / 1
  • The dinner attends you, sir.
  • The dinner attends you, sir.
  • Slender. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well.

    Anne Page. The dinner attends you, sir.

4 I / 1
  • I may not go in without your worship: they will not
    sit till you come.
  • I may not go in without your worship: they will not
    sit till you come.
  • Slender. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. Go,
    sirrah, for all you are my man, go wait upon my
    cousin Shallow.
    [Exit SIMPLE]
    A justice of peace sometimes may be beholding to his
    friend for a man. I keep but three men and a boy
    yet, till my mother be dead: but what though? Yet I
    live like a poor gentleman born.

    Anne Page. I may not go in without your worship: they will not
    sit till you come.

5 I / 1
  • I pray you, sir, walk in.
  • I pray you, sir, walk in.
  • Slender. I' faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as
    though I did.

    Anne Page. I pray you, sir, walk in.

6 I / 1
  • I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.
  • I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.
  • Slender. I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised
    my shin th' other day with playing at sword and
    dagger with a master of fence; three veneys for a
    dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot
    abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your
    dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?

    Anne Page. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.

7 I / 1
  • Ay, indeed, sir.
  • Ay, indeed, sir.
  • Slender. I love the sport well but I shall as soon quarrel at
    it as any man in England. You are afraid, if you see
    the bear loose, are you not?

    Anne Page. Ay, indeed, sir.

8 I / 1
  • Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.
  • Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.
  • Slender. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first.

    Anne Page. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.

9 III / 4
  • Alas, how then?
  • Alas, how then?
  • Fenton. I see I cannot get thy father's love;
    Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.

    Anne Page. Alas, how then?

10 III / 4
  • May be he tells you true.
  • May be he tells you true.
  • Fenton. Why, thou must be thyself.
    He doth object I am too great of birth--,
    And that, my state being gall'd with my expense,
    I seek to heal it only by his wealth:
    Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
    My riots past, my wild societies;
    And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
    I should love thee but as a property.

    Anne Page. May be he tells you true.

11 III / 4
  • Gentle Master Fenton,
    Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir:
    If...
  • Gentle Master Fenton,
    Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir:
    If opportunity and humblest suit
    Cannot attain it, why, then,--hark you hither!
  • Fenton. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
    Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth
    Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:
    Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
    Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags;
    And 'tis the very riches of thyself
    That now I aim at.

    Anne Page. Gentle Master Fenton,
    Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir:
    If opportunity and humblest suit
    Cannot attain it, why, then,--hark you hither!

12 III / 4
  • I come to him.
    [Aside]
    This is my father's choice.
    O, what a world o...
  • I come to him.
    [Aside]
    This is my father's choice.
    O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults
    Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year!
  • Hostess Quickly. Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you.

    Anne Page. I come to him.
    [Aside]
    This is my father's choice.
    O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults
    Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year!

13 III / 4
  • Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
  • Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
  • Robert Shallow. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

    Anne Page. Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

14 III / 4
  • Now, Master Slender,--
  • Now, Master Slender,--
  • Robert Shallow. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good
    comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.

    Anne Page. Now, Master Slender,--

15 III / 4
  • What is your will?
  • What is your will?
  • Slender. Now, good Mistress Anne,--

    Anne Page. What is your will?

16 III / 4
  • I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?
  • I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?
  • Slender. My will! 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest
    indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I
    am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.

    Anne Page. I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?

17 III / 4
  • Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
  • Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
  • Fenton. Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
    In such a righteous fashion as I do,
    Perforce, against all cheques, rebukes and manners,
    I must advance the colours of my love
    And not retire: let me have your good will.

    Anne Page. Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.

18 III / 4
  • Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth
    And bowl'd to death with turnip...
  • Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth
    And bowl'd to death with turnips!
  • Hostess Quickly. That's my master, master doctor.

    Anne Page. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth
    And bowl'd to death with turnips!

19 V / 5
  • Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!
  • Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!
  • Page. My heart misgives me: here comes Master Fenton.
    [Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE]
    How now, Master Fenton!

    Anne Page. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!

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