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Fent. Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet
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 lousy knave, mine Host.
Caius. Dat is good, by gar, with all my heart.
Eva. A lousy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
[Exeunt, SCENE XII.
Changes to Page's House.
Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
Anne. May be, he tells you true.
Was the firft motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:
Anne. Gentle Mr. Fenton,
[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.
Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mistress Quickly. Shal. REAK their talk, mistress Quickly; my kins
man 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 affear'd.
Quic. Hark' ye, 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 master 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 jests of him. Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs. Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do, as well as I love any 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 himfelf.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that. Good comfort; she calls you, coz: I'll leave you.
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 sickly creature, I give heav'n praise.
Anne. I mean, Mr. Slender, what would you with me ?
Slen. Truly, for mine 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 you how things go, better than I can; you may
father; here he comes.
S CE N E XIV.
Enter Page, and mistress Page. Page.
OW, master Slender : love him, daughter
Anne. -Why, how now? what does master Fenton here? You wrong me, Sir, thus still to haunt
house: I told you, Sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.
Fent. Nay, mafter Page, be not impatient.
Mrs. Page. Good Master Fenton, come not to my child. Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you
(Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Quic. Speak to mistress Page. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your
fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not, I seek you a better hufband.
Quic. my master, master Doctor.
master Fenton, I will not be
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. (Exe. Mrs. Page and Anne.
Fent. Farewel, gentle mistress ; farewel, Nan.
Quic. This is my doing now. Nay, faid 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 Nan this ring : there's for thy pains.
* Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'th' earth,
And bowl'd to death with turnips. Can we think the speaker would thus ridicule her own imprecation? We may be sure the lait Line should be given to the Procurels, Quickly, who would mock the young Woman's Aversion for her Malter the Docter.
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 sooth, 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 fpeciously for Mr. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses ; what å beast am I to flack it?
[Exit. SCENE XV. Changes to the Garter-Inn.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. BARDOLPH, I say.
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 them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The rogues slighted 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, I should down. I had been drown'd, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man : and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swell’d? I should have been a mountain of mummy.
Enter Bardolph. Now, is the Sack brew'd ? Bard. Here's Mrs. Quickly, Sir, to speak with you. . N 6