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Re-enter Ford, Page, and the rest at a distance.
Ford. I cannot find him; may be the knave brag'd of that he could not compals.
Mrs Page. Heard you that?
Mrs Ford. I, I; peace : -You use me well, Master Ford, do you?
Ford. Ay, ay, I do so.
Mrs Ford. Heav'n make you better than your thoughts!
Mrs Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, Mr 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 preffes, Heav'n forgive my sins at the day of judgment?
Caius. By gar, nor I too; there is no bodies. Page. Fy, fy, Mr Ford, are you not asham'd? what spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? I would not ha' your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor-castle.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, Mr Page : I suffer for it.
Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience; your wife is as honest a o'mans, as I will desires 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, pardoni ine.
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. Shali it be so ?
Ford. Any thing.
Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.
Caius, If there be one or two, I fall make-a de turd,
Eva. In your teeth—for shame.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morroli on the lousy knave, mine hoft.
Caius. Dat is good, by gar, with all my heart.
Eva. A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries.
[Exermt. SCE N E XII.
Changes to Page's House.
Anne. Alas! how then ?
Fent. Why, thou must be thyself. He doth object I am too great of birth ; 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. Feut. No, Heav'n fo speed me in my uime 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 Mr Fenton, Yet seek my father's love ; ftill seek it, Sir : If importunity and humblest fuit Cannot attain it, why then -hark you hither.
[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.
S CE N E XIII.
Shal. Break heir talk, Mistress Quickly; my kinlman thall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't; 'd'lid, 'lis 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 you, Mr Slender would speak a word
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 Mr 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, Mrs Anne; my uncle can tell you good jefts of him.- Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs Anne the jest, how my father stole two geele 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 Gloucestershire.
Shal. 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’U
Anne. Now, Master Slender.
Slen. My will ? 'od's heart-lings, that's a pretty jest, indeed: I ne'er made my will yet, I thank Heav'n ; I am not such a fickly creature, I give Heav'n praise.
Anne. I mean, Master 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, so; if not, happy man be his dole! they can tell how things go, better than I can; you may alk your father, here he comes.
S CE N E XIV.
Enter Page, and Mistress Page, Page. Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter
Fent. Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
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 man
ners, 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 husband Quic. That's
my master, Master Doctor.
'Till then, farewell, Sir-she must needs go in,
[Exeunt Mrs Page and Anne, Fent. Farewell, gentle Mistress; farewell, Nan.
Quic. This is my doing now. Nay, said I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? look on Malter Fenton-This is my doing.
Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once tonight, give my sweet Nan 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 speciously for Mr Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am I to slack it?
SC E N E XV.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack, put a toast in't. [Ex. 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 them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The rogues Nighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drown'd a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i'th' litter; and you may know, by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in finking: if the bottom were as deep as hell, í Mould down. I had been drown'd, but that the shore was shelvy and fhallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man : and what a thing should I have been when