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Enter Slender.

Slen. What hoe! hoe! father Page:

Page. Son, how now? how now, fon, have you dispatch'd?

Slen. Difpatch'd? I'll make the best in Gloucestershire know on't; would I were hang'd la, else. Page. Of what, fon?

Slen. I came yonder at Eaton to marry mistress Anne Page, and he's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i'th' church, I would have fwing'd him, or he fhould have fwing'd me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a postmaster's boy.

Page. Upon my life, then you took the wrong. Slen. What need you tell me that? I think fo, when I took a boy for a girl: if I had been marry'd to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had him.

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you, how you should know my daughter by her garments?

Slen. I went to her in white and cry'd mum, and the cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy.

Eva. Jefhu! Mafter Slender, cannot you fee but marry boys?

Page. O, I am vext at heart. What shall I do? Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry; I knew of your purpofe, turn'd my daughter into green, and, indeed, he is now with the Doctor at the Deanry, and there married.


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Enter Caius.

Caius. Ver is miftrefs Page? by gar, I am cozen'd; I ha' marry'd one garfoon, a boy; one peasant, by gar; a boy; it is not Anne Page; by gar, I am cozen'd. Mrs. Page. Why? did you not take her in green Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy; be gar, I'll raife all Windfor.


Ford. This is ftrange! who hath got the right Anne?
Page. My heart mifgives me; here comes Mr. Fenton,

Enter Fenton, and Anne Page,

How now, Mr. Fenton?

Anne. Pardon, good father; good my mother, par


Page. Now, miftrefs, how chance you went not with Mr. Slender?

Mrs. Page. Why went you not with Mr. Doctor, maid?

Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth of it.
You would have marry'd her most shamefully,
Where there was no proportion held in love:
The truth is, he and I, long fince contracted,
Are now fo fure, that nothing can diffolve us.
Th' offence is holy, that he hath committed;
And this deceit lofes the name of craft,
Of disobedience, or unduteous title;
Since therein the doth evitate and fhun

A thousand irreligious curfed hours,
Which forced marriage would have brought upon her.
Ford. Stand not amaz'd, here is no remedy
In love, the heav'ns themselves do guide the ftate;
Mony buys lands, and wives are fold by fate.


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Fal. I am glad, tho' you have ta'en a fpecial Stand to ftrike at me, that your arrow hath glanc'd. *Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heav'n give thee joy!

What cannot be efchew'd, must be embrac'd. Eva. I will alfo dance and eat plums at your Wedding.

Fal. When night-dogs run, all forts of deer are chac’d.

Mrs. Page. Well, I will mufe no further. Mr. Fenton,

Heav'n give you many, many merry days!
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this fport o'er by a country fire,
Sir John and all.

Ford. Let it be fo:Sir John,
To mafter Brook you yet fhall hold your word;
For he, to-night, fhall lye with mistress Ford.

*In the firft fketch of this play, which, as Mr. Pope obferves, is much inferiour to the latter performance, the only fenti

[Exeunt omnes.

ment of which I regret the omiffion occurs at this critical time, when Fenton brings in his wife, there is this dialogue.

Mrs. Ford. Come, Miftrefs Page, I must be bold with you, 'Tis pity to part love that is fo true.

Mrs. Page. [afide.] Although that I have miffed in my intent, Yet I am glad my husband's match is croffed.

Here, Fenton, take her.

Eva. Come, Mafter Page, you must needs agree.

Ford. I'faith, Sir, come, you fee your wife is pleased.
Page. I cannot tell, and yet my heart is eafed;

And yet it doth me good the doctor miffed.
Come hither, Fenton, and come hither, Daughter.


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