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MISTRESS PAGE

Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot misuse him enough.
We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too:
We do not act that often jest and laugh;
'Tis old, but true, Still swine eat all the draff.

Host

Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lose my parson, my priest, my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the no-verbs.

PISTOL

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

Thine own true knight,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light,
With all his might
For thee to fight

Fra kjærlighetsbrevet Falstaff skriver til Mistress Page OG Mistress Ford

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.

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!

Jeg var ikke klar over at vår alles kjære Falstaff var med i dette stykket, for et hyggelig gjensyn!