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The Merry Wiues of Windsor.
[1375]
Follow me Gentlemen.
Euans. This is fery fantasticall humors and iealousies. Caius. By gar, 'tis no‑the fashion of France: It is not iealous in France. Page. Nay follow him (Gentlemen) see the yssue of his search. Mist.Page
[1380]
Is there not a double excellency in this?
Mist.Ford. I know not which pleases me better, That my husband is deceiued, or Sir Iohn. Mist.Page. What a taking was hee in, when your husband askt who was in the basket? Mist.Ford.

I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of

[1385]

washing: so throwing him into the water, will doe him

a benefit.

Mist.Page.

Hang him dishonest rascall: I would all

of the same straine, were in the same distresse.

Mist.Ford.

I thinke my husband hath some speciall

[1390]

suspition of Falstaffs being heere: for I neuer saw him so

grosse in his iealousie till now.

Mist.Page.

I will lay a plot to try that, and wee will

yet haue more trickes with Falstaffe: his dissolute disease

will scarse obey this medicine.

Mis.Ford.
[1395]

Shall we send that foolishion Carion, Mist.

Quickly to him, and excuse his throwing into the water,

and giue him another hope, to betray him to another

punishment?

Mist.Page.

We will do it: let him be sent for to mor­

[1400]

row eight a clocke to haue amends.

Ford.

I cannot finde him: may be the knaue bragg'd

of that he could not compasse.

Mis.Page. Heard you that? Mis.Ford. You vse me well, M. Ford? Do you? Ford.
[1405]
I, I do so.
M.Ford. Heauen make you better then your thoghts Ford. Amen. Mi.Page. You do your selfe mighty wrong (M. Ford) Ford. I, I: I must beare it. Eu.
[1410]

If there be any pody in the house, & in the cham­

bers, and in the coffers, and in the presses: heauen for­

giue my sins at the day of iudgement.

Caius. Be gar, nor I too: there is no‑bodies. Page.

Fy, fy, M. Ford, are you not asham'd? What spi­

[1415]

rit, what diuell suggests this imagination? I wold not ha

your distemper in this kind, for yͤ welth of Windsor castle.

Ford. 'Tis my fault (M. Page) I suffer for it. Euans.

You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is

as honest a o'mans, as I will desires among fiue thou­

[1420]

sand, and fiue hundred too.

Cai. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Ford.

Well, I promisd you a dinner: come, come, walk

in the Parke, I pray you pardon me: I wil hereafter make

knowne to you why I haue done this. Come wife, come

[1425]

Mi. Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray hartly pardon me.

Page.

Let's go in Gentlemen, but (trust me) we'l mock

him: I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house

to breakfast: after we'll a Birding together, I haue a fine

Hawke for the bush. Shall it be so:

Ford.
[1430]
Any thing.
Eu. If there is one, I shall make two in the Companie Ca. If there be one, or two, I shall make‑a‑theturd. Ford. Pray you go, M. Page. Eua. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lowsie knaue, mine Host. Cai.
[1435]
Dat is good by gar, withall my heart.
Eua. A lowsie knaue, to haue his gibes, and his moc­ keries. Exeunt.
Scœna Quarta. [Act 3, Scene 4] Enter Fenton, Anne, Page, Shallow, Slender, Quickly, Page, Mist.Page.

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Fen. I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue, Therefore no more turne me to him (sweet Nan.) Anne.

Alas, how then?

Fen.
[1440]
Why thou must be thy selfe. He doth obiect, I am too great of birth, And that my state being gall'd with my expence, I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth. Besides these, other barres he layes before me,
[1445]
My Riots past, my wilde Societies, And tels me 'tis a thing impossible I should loue thee, but as a property.
An. May be he tels you true. No, heauen so speed me in my time to come,
[1450]
Albeit I will confesse, thy Fathers wealth Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee ( Anne:) Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew Then stampes in Gold, or summes in sealed bagges: And 'tis the very riches of thy selfe,
[1455]
That now I ayme at.
An. Gentle M. Fenton, Yet seeke my Fathers loue, still seeke it sir, If opportunity and humblest suite Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither. Shal.
[1460]
Breake their talke Mistris Quickly, My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe.
Slen. Ile make a shaft or a bolt on't, slid, tis but ventu (ring. Shal. Be not dismaid. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me:
[1465]
I care not for that, but that I am affeard.
Qui. Hark ye, M. Slender would speak a word with you An. I come to him. This is my Fathers choice: O what a world of vilde ill‑fauour'd faults Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere? Qui.
[1470]
And how do's good Master Fenton? Pray you a word with you.
Shal. Shee's comming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadst a father. Slen. I had a father ( M. An) my vncle can tel you good iests of him: pray you Vncle, tel Mist. Anne the iest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen, good Vnckle. Shal.
[1475]
Mistris Anne, my Cozen loues you.
Slen. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Glo­ cestershire. Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman. Slen. I that I will, come cut and long‑taile, vnder the degree of a Squire. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture. Anne.
[1480]
Good Maister Shallow let him woo for him­ selfe.
Shal.

Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for

that good comfort: she cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you.

Anne. Now Master Slender. Slen. Now good Mistris Anne. Anne.
[1485]
What is your will?
Slen. My will? Odd's‑hart‑lings, that's a prettie iest indeede: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Hea­ uen:) I am not such a sickely creature, I giue Heauen praise. E2 An.

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Scœna Quarta. [Act 3, Scene 4] Enter Fenton, Anne, Page, Shallow, Slender, Quickly, Page, Mist.Page. Fen. I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue, Therefore no more turne me to him (sweet Nan.) Anne.

Alas, how then?

Fen.
[1440]
Why thou must be thy selfe. He doth obiect, I am too great of birth, And that my state being gall'd with my expence, I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth. Besides these, other barres he layes before me,
[1445]
My Riots past, my wilde Societies, And tels me 'tis a thing impossible I should loue thee, but as a property.
An. May be he tels you true. No, heauen so speed me in my time to come,
[1450]
Albeit I will confesse, thy Fathers wealth Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee ( Anne:) Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew Then stampes in Gold, or summes in sealed bagges: And 'tis the very riches of thy selfe,
[1455]
That now I ayme at.
An. Gentle M. Fenton, Yet seeke my Fathers loue, still seeke it sir, If opportunity and humblest suite Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither. Shal.
[1460]
Breake their talke Mistris Quickly, My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe.
Slen. Ile make a shaft or a bolt on't, slid, tis but ventu (ring. Shal. Be not dismaid. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me:
[1465]
I care not for that, but that I am affeard.
Qui. Hark ye, M. Slender would speak a word with you An. I come to him. This is my Fathers choice: O what a world of vilde ill‑fauour'd faults Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere? Qui.
[1470]
And how do's good Master Fenton? Pray you a word with you.
Shal. Shee's comming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadst a father. Slen. I had a father ( M. An) my vncle can tel you good iests of him: pray you Vncle, tel Mist. Anne the iest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen, good Vnckle. Shal.
[1475]
Mistris Anne, my Cozen loues you.
Slen. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Glo­ cestershire. Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman. Slen. I that I will, come cut and long‑taile, vnder the degree of a Squire. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture. Anne.
[1480]
Good Maister Shallow let him woo for him­ selfe.
Shal.

Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for

that good comfort: she cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you.

Anne. Now Master Slender. Slen. Now good Mistris Anne. Anne.
[1485]
What is your will?
Slen. My will? Odd's‑hart‑lings, that's a prettie iest indeede: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Hea­ uen:) I am not such a sickely creature, I giue Heauen praise. Anne. I meane (M. Slender) what wold you with me? Slen.

Truely, for mine owne part, I would little or

nothing with you: your father and my vncle hath made

[1490]

motions: if it be my lucke, so; if not, happy man bee his

dole, they can tell you how things go, better then I can:

you may aske your father, heere he comes.

Page. Now Mr Slender; Loue him daughter Anne. Why how now? What does M r Fenter here?
[1495]
You wrong me Sir, thus still to haunt my house. I told you Sir, my daughter is disposd of.
Fen. Nay M r Page, be not impatient. Mist.Page. Good M. Fenton, come not to my child. Page. She is no match for you. Fen.
[1500]
Sir, will you heare me?
Page. No, good M. Fenton. Come M. Shallow: Come sonne Slender, in; Knowing my minde, you wrong me (M. Fenton.) Qui. Speake to Mistris Page. Fen.
[1505]
Good Mist. Page, for that I loue your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checkes, rebukes, and manners, I must aduance the colours of my loue, And not retire. Let me haue your good will.
An.
[1510]
Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole.
Mist.Page. I meane it not, I seeke you a better hus­ band. Qui. That's my master, M. Doctor. An. Alas I had rather be set quick i'th earth, And bowl'd to death with Turnips. Mist.Page.
[1515]
Come, trouble not your selfe good M. Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I question how she loues you, And as I finde her, so am I affected: Till then, farewell Sir, she must needs go in,
[1520]
Her father will be angry.
Fen. Farewell gentle Mistris: farewell Nan. Qui. This is my doing now: Nay, saide I, will you cast away your childe on a Foole, and a Physitian: Looke on M. Fenton, this is my doing. Fen. I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night,
[1525]
Giue my sweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines.
Qui.

Now heauen send thee good fortune, a kinde

heart he hath: a woman would run through fire & wa­

ter for such a kinde heart. But yet, I would my Maister

had Mistris Anne, or I would M. Slender had her: or (in

[1530]

sooth) I would M. Fenton had her; I will do what I can

for them all three, for so I haue promisd, and Ile bee as

good as my word, but speciously for M. Fenton. Well, I

must of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaffe from my two

Mistresses: what a beast am I to slacke it.

Exeunt
 

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      <l n="1470">And how do's good Master<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>?</l>
      <l n="1471">Pray you a word with you.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-sha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="1472">Shee's comming; to her Coz:</l>
      <l n="1473">O boy, thou hadst a father.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
      <l n="1474">I had a father (<hi rend="italic">M. An</hi>) my vncle can tel you good
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-ann">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anne.</speaker>
      <l n="1480">Good Maister<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>let him woo for him­
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      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1481">Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for
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      <speaker rend="italic">Anne.</speaker>
      <l n="1483">Now Master<hi rend="italic">Slender</hi>.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Fen.</speaker>
      <l n="1497">Nay M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
         <hi rend="italic">Page</hi>, be not impatient.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1498">Good M.<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>, come not to my child.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1499">She is no match for you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-fen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fen.</speaker>
      <l n="1500">Sir, will you heare me?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1501">No, good M.<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1502">Come M.<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>: Come sonne<hi rend="italic">Slender</hi>, in;</l>
      <l n="1503">Knowing my minde, you wrong me (M.<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>.)</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qui.</speaker>
      <l n="1504">Speake to Mistris<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-fen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fen.</speaker>
      <l n="1505">Good Mist.<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>, for that I loue your daughter</l>
      <l n="1506">In such a righteous fashion as I do,</l>
      <l n="1507">Perforce, against all checkes, rebukes, and manners,</l>
      <l n="1508">I must aduance the colours of my loue,</l>
      <l n="1509">And not retire. Let me haue your good will.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-ann">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <l n="1510">Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1511">I meane it not, I seeke you a better hus­
      <lb/>band.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qui.</speaker>
      <l n="1512">That's my master, M. Doctor.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-ann">
      <speaker rend="italic">An.</speaker>
      <l n="1513">Alas I had rather be set quick i'th earth,</l>
      <l n="1514">And bowl'd to death with Turnips.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1515">Come, trouble not your selfe good M.</l>
      <l n="1516">
         <hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>, I will not be your friend, nor enemy:</l>
      <l n="1517">My daughter will I question how she loues you,</l>
      <l n="1518">And as I finde her, so am I affected:</l>
      <l n="1519">Till then, farewell Sir, she must needs go in,</l>
      <l n="1520">Her father will be angry.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-fen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fen.</speaker>
      <l n="1521">Farewell gentle Mistris: farewell<hi rend="italic">Nan</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qui.</speaker>
      <l n="1522">This is my doing now: Nay, saide I, will you
      <lb/>cast away your childe on a Foole, and a Physitian:</l>
      <l n="1523">Looke on M.<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>, this is my doing.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-fen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fen.</speaker>
      <l n="1524">I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night,</l>
      <l n="1525">Giue my sweet<hi rend="italic">Nan</hi>this Ring: there's for thy paines.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qui.</speaker>
      <p n="1526">Now heauen send thee good fortune, a kinde
      <lb n="1527"/>heart he hath: a woman would run through fire &amp; wa­
      <lb n="1528"/>ter for such a kinde heart. But yet, I would my Maister
      <lb n="1529"/>had Mistris<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>, or I would M.<hi rend="italic">Slender</hi>had her: or (in
      <lb n="1530"/>sooth) I would M.<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>had her; I will do what I can
      <lb n="1531"/>for them all three, for so I haue promisd, and Ile bee as
      <lb n="1532"/>good as my word, but speciously for M.<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>. Well, I
      <lb n="1533"/>must of another errand to Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Falstaffe</hi>from my two
      <lb n="1534"/>Mistresses: what a beast am I to slacke it.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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