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Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience; your wife is as honest a o'mans, as I will defires among five thousand, and five hundred too.

Caius. By gar, I see, 'tis an honest woman.

Ford. Well, I promis'd 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 go in, gentlemen; but trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together ; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be fo?

Ford. Any thing.

Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd.

Eva. In your teeth, for shame.
Ford. Pray you go, Mr. Page.

Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to morrow on the lousie knave, mine Hoft.

Caius. Dat is good, by gar, with all my heart.

Eva. A lousie knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.

[Exeunt.

S C E N E XII.

Changes to Page's House.
Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page.
Fent. See, I cannot get thy father's love ;

Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet

Nan.
Anne. Alas! how then?
Fen. Why, thou must be thy self

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He doth object, I am too great of birth ,

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And that my state being gall’d with my expence,
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, heav'n 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 'cis the very riches of thy self
That now I aim at.

Anne. Gentle Mr. Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love : still seek it, Sir ;
If opportunity and humblest suit
Cannot attain it, why then hark you hither,

[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.

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Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mistress Quickly.

Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly ; my kinsman shall speak for himself.

Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: 'd'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 affeard.

Quic. Hark ye, Mr. 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
Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

Quic. And how does good master Fenton? pray
you, a word with
you,

Shal.

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Sbal. She's coming; to her, coz. O, boy, thou hacít a father!

Slen. I had a father, Mrs. Anne; my uncle can tell you good jests of him. Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs. Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.

Sbal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

Slen. Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Gloucestersoire.

Sha!. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, 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 ; I thank you for that. Good comfort ; she calls you, coz: l'll leave you.

Anne. Now, master Slender.
Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
Anne. What is your will ?

Slen. My will ? 'od's heart-lings, that's a pretty jest, indced, I ne'er made my Will yet, I thank heav'n; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heav'n praise.

Anne. I mean, Mr. Slender, what would you with me?

Slen. Truly, for my own part, I would little or nothing with you ; your father and my uncle have made motions; if it be my luck, fo ; 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 Malter Fenton, come not to
Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

Page. No, good master Fenton.
Come, master Shallow; come, fon Slender, in.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.

[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender.
Quic. 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 muft 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.
Quic. That's my master, master Doctor.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'th' earth. Quic. And bowl’d to death with turnips.

7 Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'th' earth,

And bowld to death with turnips: Can we think the speaker would thus ridicule her own imprecation? We may be sure the last line should be given to the pro. caress, Quickly, who would mock the young woman's averfion for her master the Doctor.

Mrs. Page

Mrs Page. Come, trouble not your self; good master

Fenton, I will not be your friend nor enemy : My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, so am I affected. 'Till then, farewel, Sir ; she must needs go in. Her father will be angry. Exeunt Mrs Page and Anne.

Fent. Farewel, gentle mistress ; farewel, Nan.

Quic. 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 Non this ring: there's for thy pains.

[Exit. Quic. Now heav'n 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 Mr. Slender had her; or, in footh, I would Mr. Fenton had her. I will do what I can for them all three, for so I have promis'd ; and I'll be as good as my word, but speciousy for Mr. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses what a beast am I to sack it?

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C E N E XV.
Changes to the Garter-Inn.
Enter' Falstaff and. Bardolph.

Fal. B

Bard. Here, Sir. Fal. Go fetch me a quart of fack, put a toast in't. (Exit Bard.] Have I liv'd to be carry'd, in a basket, like a barrow of butchers' offal, and to be thrown into the Thames ? well, if I be serv'd such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and butter'd, and give

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