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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, truft 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 fhall make two in the company.
Ford. Pray you go, mafter Page.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave mine host.
Caius. Dat is good, by gar, vith all my heart.
Eva. A loufy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
Changes to Page's house.
Enter Fenton, and mistress Anne Page.
fee, I cannot get thy father's love;
Therefore no more turn me to him, fweet Nan.
Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object, I am too great of birth;
And that, my ftate being gall'd with my expence,
And tells me, 'tis a thing impoffible
Fent. No, heav'n fo speed me in my time to come!
Anne. Gentle mafter Fenton,
Yet feek my father's love, still seek it, fir:
Cannot attain it, why then-hark you hither. [They go apart.
Enter Shallow, Slender, and mistress Quickly.
Shal. Break their talk, miftrefs Quickly; my kinfman fhall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a fhaft or a bolt on't: 'd' slid 'tis but venturing.
Slen. No, fhe shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but I am affeard.
Quic. Hark ye; mafter Slender would speak a word with you.
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Quic. And how does good mafter. Fenton? pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadft a father! Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne; my uncle can tell you good jefts of him. Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, my father ftole two geefe out of a pen, good uncle. Shal. Mistress Anne, my coufin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Glocefterfhire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will; come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a fquire.
Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Anne. Now, mafter Slender.
Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
Anne. What is your will?
Slen. My will? odd's-heart-lings, that's a pretty jeft, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heav'n; I am not fuch 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, 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
Enter Page, and miftrefs Page.
Page. Now, mafter Slender: love him, daughter Anne.
Fent. Nay, mafter Page, be not impatient.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
Come, mafter Shallow; come, fon Slender, in.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, mafter Fenton.
Quic. Speak to miftrefs Page.
Fent. Good miftrefs Page, for that I love your daughter In fuch a righteous fashion as I do,
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
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 husband.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be fet quick i' th' earth,
Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself, good master Fenton, I will not be your friend nor enemy :
My daughter will I question how the loves you,
'Till then, farewel, fir; fhe must needs go in, Her father will be angry.
[Ex. miftrefs Page, and Anne. Fent. Farewel, gentle mistress; farewel, Nan. Quic. This is my doing now. Nay, faid I, will you caft away your child on a fool, or a phyfician? ́look on master Fenton: this is my doing.
Fent. I thank thee; and, I pray thee, once to-night Give my fweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.
Quic. Now heav'n fend 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, mafter Slender had her; or, in footh, I would, mafter 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 mafter Fenton. Well, I muft of another errand to fir John Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beaft am I to flack it! [Exit.
Enter Falstaff, and Bardolph.
B Bard Here, fir.
Fal. Go, fetch me a quart of fack; put a toaft 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 ferv'd fuch 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 flighted me into the river with as little remorfe as they would have drown'd a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' th' litter; and you may know by my fize that I have a kind of alacrity in finking: if the bottom were as deep as hell, I fhould 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 fhould I have been when I had been fwell'd! I fhould have been a mountain of mummy. [Enter Bard.]-Now, is the fack brew'd?
Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, fir, to speak with you.
Fal. Come, let me pour in fome fack to the Thames'-water; for my belly's as cold as if I had swallow'd fnow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in.
Bard. Come in, woman.
Enter mistress Quickly.
Quic. By your leave: I cry you mercy. Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Take away these chalices: go, brew me a pottle of fack finely.
Bard. With eggs, fir?
Fal. Simple of itfelf: I'll no pullet-fperm in my brewage. How now?
Quic. Marry, fir, I come to your worship from mistress Ford. Fal. Miftrefs Ford? I have had ford enough; I was thrown to the ford; I have my belly full of ford.
Quic. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault: fhe does fo take on with her men; they mistook their erection.
Fal. So did I mine, to build on a foolish woman's promise. Quic. Well, the laments, fir, for it, that it would yern your heart to fee it. Her husband goes this morning a birding; the