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Evans. A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries!
SCENE IV. A room in PAGE's house.
Enter FENTON and ANNE Page.
Fent. I see I cannot get thy father's love; Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Anne. Alas, how then?
Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object I am too great of birth;
And that, my state being gall'd with my expense,
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth
Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:
That now I aim at.
Gentle Master Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir:
If opportunity and humblest suit
Cannot attain it, why, then,-hark you hither!
[They converse apart.
Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and MISTRESS
Shal. Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on 't: 'slid, 'tis but venturing.
Shal. Be not dismayed.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am afeard.
Quick. Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you.
Anne. I come to him.
[Aside] This is my
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year!
Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
Slen. I had a father, Mistress Anne; my uncle can tell you good jests of him.
Pray you, uncle, tell Mistress 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 woman in Gloucestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentle
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 himself.
24. make a shaft or a bolt on't, bring the matter to an issue one way or the other; one of Slender's sporting proverbs; literally, cut an unshaped piece of wood either into a long slender arrow, or into a broad blunt bird-bolt.
47. cut and long-tail, properly dock-tailed horses and horses with tails undocked, i.e. horses of all sorts; used by the 'horsey' Slender for 'men of all sorts,' 'anybody' ('under the degree of a squire ').
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. Now, good Mistress Anne,-
Slen. My will! 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank 60 heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
Anne. I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you. Your father and my uncle hath 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 ask your father; here he comes.
Enter PAGE and MISTRESS PAGE.
Page. Now, Master Slender : love him, daughter
Why, how now! what does Master Fenton here?
Fent. Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
No, good Master Fenton.
Come, Master Shallow; come, son Slender, in.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, Master Fenton. 80 [Exeunt Page, Shal., and Slen.
67. motions, proposals.
proverb, 'may it be his portion
68. happy man be his dole, to be a happy man.'
Quick. Speak to Mistress Page.
Fent. Good Mistress Page, for that I love your
In such a righteous fashion as I do,
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes and manners,
And not retire: let me have your good will.
Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better husband.
Quick. That's my master, master doctor.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i̇' the earth
And bowl'd to death with turnips!
Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself. Good
I will not be your friend nor enemy:
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
Till then farewell, sir: she must needs go in ;
Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress: farewell, Nan.
Quick. This is my doing, now: 'Nay,' said I, 'will you cast away your child on a fool, and a 100 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.
pressed in Jonson's Barth. Fair, 'Would I had been set in the ground, all but the head of me, and had my brains bowled
90. Alas, I had rather, etc., that is, be planted in the earth up to the neck and have her head bowled at; a form of protestation more distinctly ex- at.'
Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! [Exit Fenton.] 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 Master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would Master Fenton had her: I will 110 do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously for Master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses: what a beast am I to slack it! [Exit.
SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn.
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.
Fal. Bardolph, I say,—
Bard. Here, sir.
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. [Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal, and to be thrown in the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a newyear's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have 10