Falstaff: When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased.
Shallow: Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-Chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, Esquire.
Slender: In the county of Gloucester, justice of peace and Coram.
Mistress Page: Against such lewdsters and their lechery; those that betray them do no treachery.
Shallow: Though we are justices and doctors and
Churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our
Youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page.
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!
Slender: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves.
Slender: I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir!—and 'tis a postmaster's boy.
Page: Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner: come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
Pistol: Thou art the Mars of Malecontents.
Ford: Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.