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Enter Slender.
THAT hoe ! hoe ! father Page.

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.



Enter Caius.

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?
Page. My heart misgives me; here comes Mr. Fenton.

Enter Fenton, and Anne Page.
How now, Mr. Fenton?
Anne. Pardon, good father; good my mother,

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,
Heay'n give you many, many merry days !
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this fport o'er by a country fire,
Sir John and all.

Ford. Let it be so: Sir John,
To master Brook you' yet shall hold your word;
For he, to night, shall lie with mistress Ford.

[Exeunt omnes.

The End of the First Volume.

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