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Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.
Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
A Room in Page's House.
Anne. Alas! how then ?
Why, thou must be thyself.
true. Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come! Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth 73 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.
Gentle master Fenton,
[They converse apart. Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Mrs. QUICKLY.
Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my 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 ? Pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father !
Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-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 cut and long-tail 74, under the degree of a 'squire.
Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.
Anne. Now, master Slender.
Slen, My will ? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. 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.
Enter Page, and Mistress PAGE. Page. Now, master Slender :--Love him, daugh
ter Anne.Why, how now! what does master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house :
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
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 to 'yon fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not ; I seek you a better hus
band. Quick. That's my master, master doctor.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i’ the earth,
'Till then, farewell, sir :-She must needs go in; Her father will be angry.
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan.
Quick. This is my doing now;–Nay, said I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on master Fenton :-- this is my doing.
Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night Give my sweet Nan this ring : There's for thy pains.
[Exit. Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath: a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my master had mistress Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would master Fenton had her: I will do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously for master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses ; What a beast am I to slack it?
A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter FALSTAFP and BARDOLPH.
Fal. Bardolph, I say,