Imatges de pÓgina

Fent. \ Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.

Eva. A lousy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.

[Exeunt. SCENE XII.

Changes to Page's House.
Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page.

SEE, I cannot get thy father's love;
Anne. Alas! how then ?

Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object

, I am too great of birth;
And that my state being galld with my expence,
I seek to heal it only by his wealth.
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past, my wild societies :
And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee, but as a property.

Anne. May be, he tells you true.

Fent. No, heav'n 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 :
Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealing bags;
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.

Anne. Gentle Mr. Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, Sir;
If opportunity and humblest suit

Can*- father's wealth] Some dred pounds were such a templight may be given to those who tation to courtship, as made ab thall endeavour to calculate the other motives suspected. Coeencrease of English wealth, by greve makes twelve thousand observing, that Latymer in the pounds more than a counterbaltime of Edward VI. mentions it lance to the affectation of Belinda as a proof of his father's pro- No poet would now fy his faSperity, That though but a yeoman, vourite character at less than fifty he gave his daughters five pounds thousand, each for her portion. At the lat If opportunity and bumbl ter end of Elizabeth, seven hun fuit] Dr. Thirlby imagines,



Cannot attain it, why then-hark you hither.

[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.

Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mistress Quickly.

Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsman fhall speak for himself.

Slen. I'll make a fhaft 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 affeard.

Quic. Hark ye, Mr. Slender would speak a word

with you.

Anne. I come to him. This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill favour'à 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 hadít 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 woman 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. that our Author with more Pro " the frequent Opportunities you priety wrote:

“ find of folliciting my Fathes, If Importunity and humble ft Suit. “ and your Obfequiousness to I have not ventur'd to disturb the “him, cannot get him over to Text, because it may mean, “ If "your Party, &c." THEOBALD. LI 2


Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that. Good comfort; the calls you, coz. I'll leave you.

Arine. Now, master Slender.
Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
Anne. What is your will ?

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 hear'n praise.

Anne. I mean, Mr. 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, so; if not, happy man be his dole! they can tell 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?
You wrong me, Sir, thus still to haunt my house :
I told you, Sir, my daughter is dispos’d of.

Fent. Nay, malter Page, be not impatient.
Mrs. Page. Good Master Fenton, come not to my

Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

Page. No, good master Fenton.
Come, master Shallow; come, son Slender, in.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.

[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Quic. 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,
I must advance the colours of my love,


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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.

Quic. That's my master, master Doctor.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i’th' earth, And bowld to death with turnips ?. Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself; good ma.

fter Fenton, I will not be your friend nor enemy: My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, fo 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, said 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.

[Exit. 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 footh, 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 speciously for Mr. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am I to flack it?


2 Anne. Alas, I had rather be to the procuress, Quickly, who fet quick i'th' earth,

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WAREURTON. speaker would thus ridicule her -fool and a phyfician?] own imprecation? We may be I should read fool or a pbysician, sure the last line should be given meaning Slender and Caius.

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Changes to the Garter-Inn.


Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. ARDOLPH, I say.

Burd. Here, Sir. Fal. Go fetch me a quart of fack, put a toast in't. [Ex. Bard.) Hare I liv'd to be carry'd in a basket, like a barrow of butchers' offal, and to be thrown into the Thames? vell, if I be seri'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 flighted 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 fpeak with you.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some fack to the Thames-

3 In former copies,

Stallion loses much of the Va. - as they would have drorun'd lue it might otherwise have ; but e blind Bitch's puppies,] I have are puppies ever drown'd the ventur'd to transpose the Adjec- sooner, for coming from a blind tive here, against the Authority Bitch? The Author certainly of the printed Copies. I know, wrote, as they would have drain'? in horics, a Colt" from a blind a Bitch's blind puppies. THEOB.


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