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	[Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE]

FENTON: I see I cannot get thy father's love;
	Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.

ANNE PAGE: Alas, how then?

FENTON:                   Why, thou must be thyself.
	He doth object I am too great of birth--,
	And that, my state being gall'd with my expense,
	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 PAGE: May be he tells you true.

FENTON: 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:
	Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
	Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags;
	And 'tis the very riches of thyself
	That now I aim at.

ANNE PAGE:                   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 QUICKLY]

SHALLOW: Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall
	speak for himself.

SLENDER: I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: 'slid, 'tis but
	venturing.

SHALLOW: Be not dismayed.

SLENDER: No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that,
	but that I am afeard.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you.

ANNE PAGE: I come to him.

	[Aside]

	This is my father's choice.
	O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults
	Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year!

MISTRESS QUICKLY: And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.

SHALLOW: She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!

SLENDER: 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.

SHALLOW: Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

SLENDER: Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in
	Gloucestershire.

SHALLOW: He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

SLENDER: Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the
	degree of a squire.

SHALLOW: He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

ANNE PAGE: Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

SHALLOW: Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good
	comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.

ANNE PAGE: Now, Master Slender,--

SLENDER: Now, good Mistress Anne,--

ANNE PAGE: What is your will?

SLENDER: My will! 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest
	indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I
	am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.

ANNE PAGE: I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?

SLENDER: 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 Anne.
	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 disposed of.

FENTON: Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.

MISTRESS PAGE: Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.

PAGE: She is no match for you.

FENTON: 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]

MISTRESS QUICKLY: Speak to Mistress Page.

FENTON: Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
	In such a righteous fashion as I do,
	Perforce, against all cheques, rebukes and manners,
	I must advance the colours of my love
	And not retire: let me have your good will.

ANNE PAGE: Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.

MISTRESS PAGE: I mean it not; I seek you a better husband.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: That's my master, master doctor.

ANNE PAGE: Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth
	And bowl'd to death with turnips!

MISTRESS PAGE: Come, trouble not yourself. Good Master Fenton,
	I will not be your friend nor enemy:
	My daughter will I question how she loves you,
	And as I find her, so am I affected.
	Till then farewell, sir: she must needs go in;
	Her father will be angry.

FENTON: Farewell, gentle mistress: farewell, Nan.

	[Exeunt MISTRESS PAGE and ANNE PAGE]

MISTRESS QUICKLY: 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.

FENTON: I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night
	Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.

MISTRESS QUICKLY: 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 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]




	THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR






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