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Page. Son, how now? how now, son, have you dispatch'd ?
Slen. Dispatch'd ? I'll make the best in Gloucestershire know on't ; would I were hang'd la, else.
Page. Of what, son ?
Slen. I came yonder at Eaton to marry mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i'th' church, I would have swing'd him, or he should have swing'd me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a post-mafter's boy.
Page. Upon my life, then you took the wrong.
Slen. What need you tell me that ? I think so, 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 cried mum, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; and it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy.
Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see 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 purpose, turn'd my daughter into green, and, indeed, she is now with the Doctor at the Deanry, and there married.
S CE NE IX.
Caius. V Ehi marry'd one garsoon, a boy; one
ER is mistress Page? by gar, I am cozen'd; peasant, by gar; a boy; it is not Anné Page; by gar, I am cozen'd.
Mrs. Page. Why? did you not take her in green?
Caius. Ay, by gar, and 'tis a boy; be gar, I'll raise all Windsor.
Ford. This is strange! who hath got the right Anne?
Enter Fenton, and Anne Page.
pardon. Page. Now, mistress, 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, she and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure, that nothing can diffolve us. Th' offence is holy, that she hath committed ;) And this deceit loses the name of craft, Of disobedience, or unduteous title; Since therein she doth evitate and and shun A thousand irreligious cursed 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 state ; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.
Fal. I am glad, tho' you have ta’en a special Stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanc'd.
Page. Well, what remedy ? Fenton, heav'n give thee
joy! What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac d.
Eva. I will also dance and eat plumbs at your Wedding
Fal. When nightdogs run, all sorts of deer are chas'd.
Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further. Mr. Fenton,
Ford. Let it be so: Sir John,
The End of the First Volume.