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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.
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.
S C E N E XII.
Changes to Page's House.
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet
And that my state being gall’d with my expence,
Anne. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, heav'n so speed me in my time to come!
Anne. Gentle Mr. Fenton,
[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.
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
Anne. I come to him.- This is my father's choice.
Quic. And how does good master Fenton? pray
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. 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.
Enter Page, and mistress Page.
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
Page. No, good master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender.
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. 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?
C E N E XV.
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