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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • How now, Mephostophilus!
  • How now, Mephostophilus!
  • Slender. Ay, it is no matter.

    Pistol. How now, Mephostophilus!

2 I / 1
  • He hears with ears.
  • He hears with ears.
  • Falstaff. Pistol!

    Pistol. He hears with ears.

3 I / 1
  • Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and Master mine,
    I combat challenge of...
  • Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and Master mine,
    I combat challenge of this latten bilbo.
    Word of denial in thy labras here!
    Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest!
  • Sir Hugh Evans. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.

    Pistol. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and Master mine,
    I combat challenge of this latten bilbo.
    Word of denial in thy labras here!
    Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest!

4 I / 3
  • O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
  • O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?
  • Bardolph. It is a life that I have desired: I will thrive.

    Pistol. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

5 I / 3
  • 'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico
    for the phrase!
  • 'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico
    for the phrase!
  • Nym. The good humour is to steal at a minute's rest.

    Pistol. 'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico
    for the phrase!

6 I / 3
  • Why, then, let kibes ensue.
  • Why, then, let kibes ensue.
  • Falstaff. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.

    Pistol. Why, then, let kibes ensue.

7 I / 3
  • Young ravens must have food.
  • Young ravens must have food.
  • Falstaff. There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must shift.

    Pistol. Young ravens must have food.

8 I / 3
  • I ken the wight: he is of substance good.
  • I ken the wight: he is of substance good.
  • Falstaff. Which of you know Ford of this town?

    Pistol. I ken the wight: he is of substance good.

9 I / 3
  • Two yards, and more.
  • Two yards, and more.
  • Falstaff. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.

    Pistol. Two yards, and more.

10 I / 3
  • He hath studied her will, and translated her will,
    out of honesty into Engli...
  • He hath studied her will, and translated her will,
    out of honesty into English.
  • Falstaff. No quips now, Pistol! Indeed, I am in the waist two
    yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about
    thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's
    wife: I spy entertainment in her; she discourses,
    she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I
    can construe the action of her familiar style; and
    the hardest voice of her behavior, to be Englished
    rightly, is, 'I am Sir John Falstaff's.'

    Pistol. He hath studied her will, and translated her will,
    out of honesty into English.

11 I / 3
  • As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.
  • As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.
  • Falstaff. Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her
    husband's purse: he hath a legion of angels.

    Pistol. As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.

12 I / 3
  • Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
  • Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
  • Falstaff. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here
    another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good
    eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious
    oeillades; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my
    foot, sometimes my portly belly.

    Pistol. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.

13 I / 3
  • Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
    And by my side wear steel? then, Lucife...
  • Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
    And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!
  • Falstaff. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a
    greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did
    seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here's
    another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she
    is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will
    be cheater to them both, and they shall be
    exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West
    Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go bear thou
    this letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to
    Mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

    Pistol. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
    And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!

14 I / 3
  • Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
    And high and low be...
  • Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
    And high and low beguiles the rich and poor:
    Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
    Base Phrygian Turk!
  • Falstaff. [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.

    Pistol. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
    And high and low beguiles the rich and poor:
    Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
    Base Phrygian Turk!

15 I / 3
  • Wilt thou revenge?
  • Wilt thou revenge?
  • Nym. I have operations which be humours of revenge.

    Pistol. Wilt thou revenge?

16 I / 3
  • With wit or steel?
  • With wit or steel?
  • Nym. By welkin and her star!

    Pistol. With wit or steel?

17 I / 3
  • And I to Ford shall eke unfold
    How Falstaff, varlet vile,
    His dove will...
  • And I to Ford shall eke unfold
    How Falstaff, varlet vile,
    His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
    And his soft couch defile.
  • Nym. With both the humours, I:
    I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.

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

18 I / 3
  • Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on.
  • Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on.
  • Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to
    deal with poison; I will possess him with
    yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous:
    that is my true humour.

    Pistol. Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on.

19 II / 1
  • Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:
    Sir John affects thy wife.
  • Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:
    Sir John affects thy wife.
  • Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.

    Pistol. Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:
    Sir John affects thy wife.

20 II / 1
  • He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
    Both young and old, one with...
  • He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
    Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
    He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.
  • Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.

    Pistol. He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
    Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
    He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.

21 II / 1
  • With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,
    Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringw...
  • With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,
    Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels:
    O, odious is the name!
  • Ford. Love my wife!

    Pistol. With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,
    Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels:
    O, odious is the name!

22 II / 1
  • The horn, I say. Farewell.
    Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by...
  • The horn, I say. Farewell.
    Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night:
    Take heed, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do sing.
    Away, Sir Corporal Nym!
    Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.
  • Ford. What name, sir?

    Pistol. The horn, I say. Farewell.
    Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night:
    Take heed, ere summer comes or cuckoo-birds do sing.
    Away, Sir Corporal Nym!
    Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.

23 II / 2
  • Why, then the world's mine oyster.
    Which I with sword will open.
  • Why, then the world's mine oyster.
    Which I with sword will open.
  • Falstaff. I will not lend thee a penny.

    Pistol. Why, then the world's mine oyster.
    Which I with sword will open.

24 II / 2
  • Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?
  • Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?
  • Falstaff. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should
    lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my
    good friends for three reprieves for you and your
    coach-fellow Nym; or else you had looked through
    the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in
    hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were
    good soldiers and tall fellows; and when Mistress
    Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon
    mine honour thou hadst it not.

    Pistol. Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?

25 II / 2
  • I do relent: what would thou more of man?
  • I do relent: what would thou more of man?
  • Falstaff. Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll
    endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more
    about me, I am no gibbet for you. Go. A short knife
    and a throng! To your manor of Pickt-hatch! Go.
    You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue! you
    stand upon your honour! Why, thou unconfinable
    baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the
    terms of my honour precise: I, I, I myself
    sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand
    and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to
    shuffle, to hedge and to lurch; and yet you, rogue,
    will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain
    looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your
    bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your
    honour! You will not do it, you!

    Pistol. I do relent: what would thou more of man?

26 II / 2
  • This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:
    Clap on more sails; pursue; up with yo...
  • This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:
    Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights:
    Give fire: she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!
  • Falstaff. Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's
    my purse; I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with
    this woman.
    [Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY and ROBIN]
    This news distracts me!

    Pistol. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:
    Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights:
    Give fire: she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!

27 V / 5
  • Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.
    Cricket, to Windsor chimneys...
  • Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.
    Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap:
    Where fires thou find'st unraked and hearths unswept,
    There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
    Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
  • Hostess Quickly. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
    You moonshine revellers and shades of night,
    You orphan heirs of fixed destiny,
    Attend your office and your quality.
    Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy oyes.

    Pistol. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.
    Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap:
    Where fires thou find'st unraked and hearths unswept,
    There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
    Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.

28 V / 5
  • Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
  • Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
  • Falstaff. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he
    transform me to a piece of cheese!

    Pistol. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

29 V / 5
  • A trial, come.
  • A trial, come.
  • Hostess Quickly. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end:
    If he be chaste, the flame will back descend
    And turn him to no pain; but if he start,
    It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

    Pistol. A trial, come.

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