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ou ; for I must let you understand, I think o: in better plight for a lender than you are: the which hath something embolden'd me to this unseasoned intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; if you will help me to bear it, sir John, take all, or half for easing me of the carriage. Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter. Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing. Fal. Speak, good master Brook: I shall be glad to be your servant. Fora. Sir, I hear you are a scholar, I will be brief with you ;-and you have been a man long known to me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfection: but, good sir John, as you have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the *:::::: of your own; that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how easy it is to be such an offender. Fal. Very well, sir; proceed. Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husband's name is Ford. Fay. Well, sir. Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, bestowed much on is: followed her with a doting observance; engrossed opportunities to meet her; fee’d every slight occasion, that could but niggardly give me sight of her: not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many, to know what she would have given: briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath pursued ne; which hath been on the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have merited, either in my mind, or in my means, meed, I ain sure, I have received none; unless experience be a jewel ; that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that hath taught me to say this:

Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Fal. Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands ! Ford. Never. Fal. Have you importuned her to such a purpose? Ford. Never. Fal. Of what quality was your love then? Fort. Like a fair house, built upon another man’s ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it. Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that, though she appear homest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth her mirth so far, there is shrewd construction made of her. Now, sir John, here is the heart of my purpose: You are a entleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your place and person, generally allowed for your many warlike, courtlike, and learned preparations. Fal. O, sir! Ford. Helieve it, for you know it:—There is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have ; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford’s wife use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you; if any man may, you may as soon as

#4. would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

%. 0, understand my drift she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come to her with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves; I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too strongly embattled against une; What say you to't, sir John

rai, Master Brook, I will first make bold with

our money; next, give me your hand; and last, as { am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford’s wife.

Ford. O good sir! Fal., Master Brook, I say you shall. Ford. Want no money, sir John, you shall want none. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you shall want none... I shall be with her (I may tell you), by her own appointment; even as you came in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from me : I say, I shall be with her between ten and eleven ; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shali know how I speed. Ford, I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir? Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave I know him not:-yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they say, the jealous wittoly knave hath masses of money; for the which his wife seems to me well-favoured. i will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home. Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him. Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue ! I will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold’s horns: master Brook, thou shalt know, I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt iie with his wife.—Come to me soon at night:—Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his style; thou, master Brook, shalt know im for a knave and cuckold :— come to ne soon at night. [Exit. Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this!– My heart is ready to crack with impatience.—Who says, this is improvident jealousy to My wife hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this?—See the hell of having a false woman' my bed shall be abused, my coffer, ransack'd, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Terms' names —Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devils’ additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold ! wittol cuckold the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not be jealous: I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with m aqua-yita, bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself; then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises: and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect, Heaven be praised for my jealousy —Eleven o’clock the hour; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold cuckoldt cuckold C Exit.

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AEsculapius’ my Galent my heart of elder that is he dead, bully Stale t is he dead t caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the world ; he is not show his face. host. thou art a Castilian king, Urinal Hector of Greece, my boy' Caius. i pray you, bear witness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no conne. shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions: is it not true, master Page? Page. Master shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace. shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one : 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. " Page. "Tis true, master Shallow. Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you loome. I am sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman: you must go with me, master doctor. Host. Pardon, guest justice:—A word, monsieur Muck-water. Caius. Muck-water! vat is dat? Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is walour, bully. caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-water as de Englishman :-Scurvy jack-dog priest by gar, me will cut his ears. Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Caius. Clapper-de-claw' vat is dat? Host. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-declaw me; for, by gar, me will have it. Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius. Me tank you for dat. Host. And moreover, bully,–But first, master guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he Host. He is there; see what humour, he is in : and I will bring the doctor about by the fields : will it do well ? shal. We will do it. Page, shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. [Exeunt Page, Shallor, and Slender. Caius. By gar, me will kill de priest; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Host. Let him die; but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house a season; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said I well ? Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat; by gar, I love you; and } shall procure—a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients. Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary towards Anne Page; said I well ? Caius. By gar, 'tis good; well said. Host. Let us wag them. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt.

ACT. III.

scENE 1. A Field near Frogmore.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.

Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender’s serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic?

Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward, every way; Old Windsor way, and every way but the town way.

Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.

Sim. I will, sir.

Eva. "Pless my soul t how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind –I shall be glad if he have deceived me —how melancholies I am t—I will knog

his urinals about his knave's costard, when I have
good opportunities for the 'ork:-pless my soul
[Sings.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious hirds sing madrisals ;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
Melodious birds sing madrigals;–
When as I set in Pabylon,
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow

Sim. Yonder he is coming; this way, sir Hugh. Eva. He’s welcome:

To shallow rivers, to whose falls

Heaven prosper the right !—What weapons is he t Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown ; or else keep it in your arms,

Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

Shal. How now, master parson f Good-morrow, good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful. Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page 1 Page. Save you, good sir Hugh Era. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you. shal, What the sword and the word do you study them both, master parson Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day ! Era. There is reasons and causes for it. Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, master parson. Eva. Fery well: what is it? Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having received wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw. shal. I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect. Eva. What is he r Page. I think you know him ; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician. Eva...'Got's will, and his passion of m had as lief you would tell me of a mess .# Page. Why? Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen,-and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withas. Pogo. I warrant you, he’s the man should fight with him. slen. 0, sweet Anne Paget Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:–Keep them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius. Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby. Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Host. Disarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our Engiish. Caius. I pray |". let-ame speak a word vityour ear: Werefore will you not meet—a me? £io. Poy you, use your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape. Eva. o you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends:—i will knog your urinals about your {.. cogs.comb, for missing your meetings and appointments. Caius. Diable 1–Jack Rugby, mine host de Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him have I not, at de place I did appoint r ***. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter. Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French and Welsh ; soul-curer and body-curer. Caius. Ay, dat is very good excellent Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politic am I subtlet am I a Machiavel ? shali I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall i lose my parson? 'my priest? my sir Hugh t no ; he gives me the proverbs and the

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dead, you two would marry. Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weathercock Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: What do you call your knight's name, sirrah Job. Sir John Falstaff. Ford. Sir John Falstaff Mrs. Page. He, he I can never hit on’s name. There is such a league between my good man and he l—Is your wife at home, indeed? Ford. Indeed, she is. Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir;-I am sick, till I see her. [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Itobin. Ford. Has Page any brainst hath he any eyes? hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot pointblank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly notion, and advantage: and now she’s going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind –and Falstaff's boy with her —Good plots – they are laid; and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well; I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the so seeming mistress 'age, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [Clock strikes.] The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search ; there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is | there: I will go.

Enter Page, shallow, slender, Host, Sir Hugh Evans, Caius, and Rugby. shal. Page, &c. Well met, master. Ford. . Ford. Trust me, a good knot : I have good cheer at home: and, I pray you, all go with me. shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. slen. And so must 1, sir; we have appointed to ding with mistress Anne, and I would not break with her"for more money than toll speak of. shal. we have linger'd about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer. . Slen. I hope, I have I.'..."; father Page. Page. You have, master Slender, I stand wholly for you :-but my wife, master doctor, is for you altogether.

Caius, Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me; nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. Host. What say you to young master Fenton the eapers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes yerses; he speaks holy-day, he smells April and May. he will carry't, he will carry’t; 'tis in his buttons: he will carry’t. Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The sentenan, is of no having: he kept company with the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a reon, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the singer of my substance. if he take her, let him take her simply: the wealth I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that way. Ford. I beseech you, hearily, 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...hall go;-so shall you, master Page;—and you, sir Hugh. Shal. Well, fare you well —we shall have the freer wooing at master Page's. [Exeunt shal. and slen. Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon, [Exit Rugby. Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. I exit. Ford...[Aside] I think, I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him; I'll make him dance. will you go, gentles? All. Have with you to see this monster. I Erennt.

SCENE III. A Room in Ford's IIouse.

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page.
Mrs. Ford. What, John what, Robert!
Mrs. Page, '?". quickly: is the buck-basket—
Mrs. Ford. I warrant –what, Robin, 1 say.

Enter Serrants, with a Basket.
Mrs. Page. Come, cone, come.
Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down.

Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge; we must be brief.

Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brewhouse; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and (with: out any pause or staggering), take this basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet Mead, and

there empty it in the muddy ditch, close by the Thames’ side.

Mrs. Page. You will do it? . Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; they lack no direction: begone, and come when you are called. [Exeunt Servants. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin. - Enter Robin.

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that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John : my brows become nothing else; nor that well neither. Fal. Thou art a traitor to say so : thou wouldst make an absolute courtier ; and the firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait, in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou wert, if fortune thy foe were not ; nature is thy friend: come, thou canst not hide it. Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in one. Fal. What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there’s something extraordinary in thee. Come, I cannot cog, and say, thou art this and that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come like women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time; I cannot; but I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it. Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir; I fear, you love mistress Page. Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me as the reek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows, how I love you; and you shall one day find it. Fal. Keep in that mind; I’ll deserve it. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not be in that mind. Rob. [ Within] Mistress Ford, mistress Ford 1 here's mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak with ...you presently. Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras. Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tattling woman.— ” [Falstaff hides himself.

Enter Mistress Page and Robin.

What’s the matter? how now f Mrs. Page, O mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, you are overthrown, you are undone for ever. Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Page? Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford having an honest man, to your husband, to give him suc cause of suspicion : Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion? Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion t—Out upon you ! how am I mistook in you! Mrs. Ford, Why, alas! what’s the matter? Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, woman, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his absence. You are undone. I Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.—[Aside]—"Tis not so, hope. Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your husband’s coming, with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a one. I come before to tell you : if you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him out. Be not amazed ; call all your senses to you; defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever. Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?–There is a gentleman, my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a thousand pound he were out of the house. Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had rather, and you had rather; your husband's here at hand, bethink you of some conveyance : in the house you cannot hide him—O, how have you deceived me!— Look, here is a basket; if he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to bucking : or it is whiting-time, send him by your men to Datchet Mead. l Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there: what shall do?

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Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy ; can your men, mistress Ford –You dissembling knight Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John " [Exit Robin, re-enter Servants] Go take up these clothes here, quickly ; where’s the cowl-staff look, how §. drumble; carry them to the laundress in Datchet Mead; quickly, come. Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Ford. Pray you, come near : if I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be * ; I deserve it.—How now? whither bear you this Serv. To the laundress, forsooth. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they bear it t you were best meddle with buckwashing. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of the buck | Buck, buck, buck ay, buck; I warrant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall appear. [Exeunio Servants with the Basket] Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out: I’ll warrant, we’ll unkennel the fox:–Let me stop this way first:—So, now, uncape. Page. Good master Ford, be contented : wrong yourself too much. Ford. True, master. Page.—Up, gentlemen; you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. [Exit. . Eva. This is sery fantastical humours, and jealousles. Caius. By gar, tis no de fashion of France: it is not jealous in France. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his search. [Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius. ho" Page. Is there not a double excellency in this Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or sir John. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket I Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal I would, all of the same strain were in the same distress. Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff's being here ; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff; his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. Mrs. Ford. Shall, we send that foolish carrion, mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water, and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment? Mrs. Page. We’ll do it; let him be sent for tomorrow eight o'clock, to have amends.

Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Ford, I cannot find him : may be the knave bragged of that he could not compass. Mrs. Page, Heard you that? Mrs. Ford. Ay, * peace.—You use me well, master Ford, do you Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your thoughts! Ford. Amen. Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master. Ford. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment? Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Page. Fie, fie, master Ford are you notashamed t What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? I would not have your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it, Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is as honest a romans as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too. Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Ford. Well;--I promised you a dinner:—Come, come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I have done this.-Come, wife;—come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. Page. Let’s goin, gentlemen; but, trust me, we’ll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to

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my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: shall it be so? Ford. Anything. Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company. *. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd. Eva. In your teeth: for shame. Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host. Caius. Dat is good ; by gar, wit all my heart. Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes and his mockeries 1 t.Breunt.

SCENE IV. A Room in Page's House.

Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page.

Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; Therefore, no more turn ne to him, sweet Nan. Anne. Alas! how then t Fent. 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. May be, he tells you true. Fent. 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. Gentle master Fenton, Yet seek my father's love ; still seek it, sir. If opportunity and humble suit Cannot attain it, why then–Hark you hither. [They converse apart. Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly. Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; kinsman shall speak for himself. Slen. I’ll make a shaft or a bolt on't ; slid, 'tis but venturing. Shal. Be not dismay’d. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am afeard. Quick. Hark ye; master slender would speak a word with you. Anne. I come to him.—This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill-favour’d faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! [Aside. Quick. And how does good master Fenton tPray you, a word with you. shal. She's coming; to her, coz. o boy, thou hadst a father Slen. I had a father, mistress Affne ;—my uncle can tell you good jests of him —Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle. Shal, Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. slen. Ay, that I do ; as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire. Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman; slen. Ay, that I will, come cat and long-tail, under the degree of a squire, shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure. #". Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. shal. Marry, I thank you for it, I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I’ll leave you. Anne. Now, master slender. Slen. Now, good mistress Anne. Anne. What is your will slen. My will rod's heartlings, that’s a pretty jest, indeed I ne'er made : will yet, I thank eaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me? sten. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you; your father, and my uncle, have made motions: if it be my luck, so : if not, happy man be his dole ! They can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may ask your father; here he comes.

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Enter Page and Mistress Page. Page. Now, master Slender:—Love him, daughter Anne.— Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house: I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Mrs. Page; Good master Fenton, come not to my Page. She is no match for you. [child. Fent. Sir, will you hear me? Page. No, good master Fenton. Come, master Shallow: come, son Slender; in :Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. [Exeunt Page, Shallow, and slender. Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours of my love, And not retire : let me have your good will. Anne. Good mother, do not marry me toyond’ fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better husQuick. That’s my master, master doctor. . [band. Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'the earth, And bowl'd to death with turnips. Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: good masI will not be your friend, nor enemy [ter Fenton, My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as i find her, so am I affected; Till then, farewell, sir:-she must needs go in; Her father will be angry. [Ereunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan.

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