Cardenio 1.1: 76
’Tis happy you have learnt so much manners, Since you have so little wit. Fare you well, sir!
Love's Labour's Lost 1.2: 75
Sir, the Duke’s pleasure is that you keep Costard safe, and you must suffer him to take no delight nor no penance, but ’a must fast three days a week. For this damsel, I must keep her at the park; she is allow’d for the dey-woman. Fare you well.
Love's Labour's Lost 3.1: 113
Garden, O sweet gardon! Better than remuneration, aleven-pence-farthing better; most sweet gardon! I will do it, sir, in print. Gardon! Remuneration!
Merry Wives of Windsor 3.2: 27
I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner. Besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a monster. Master Doctor, you shall go, so shall you, Master Page, and you, Sir Hugh.