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Mrs. Page. A puffed man?
Eva. And given to fornications and to taverns, and sack and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and swearings and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?
Fal. Well, I am your theme; you have the start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o’er me: use me as you will.
Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander: over and above that you have suffered, I think, to repay that money will be a biting affliction.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make amends ; Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends.
Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last.
Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt eat a posset to-night at my house; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter.
Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius's wife.
[Aside. Enter SLENDER. Slen. Whoo ? ho! ho! father Page.
Page. Son! how now? how now, son ? have you despatched ?
Slen. Despatched ! -I'll make the best in Gloucestershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, else.
Page. Of what, son?
Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir; and 'tis a post-master'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 married 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 cried budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy.
Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys?
Page. 0, 1 am vexed at heart: What shall I do?
Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married.
[Exit Caius. Ford. This is strange! Who hath got the right Anne ? Page. My heart misgives me : here comes master Fenton.
Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE.
Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!
amaze her: Hear the truth of it.
sure that nothing can dissolve us.
or unduteous title;
Fent. You do
Are now so
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Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced.
Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy! What cannot be eschewed, must be embraced.
Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding.
Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further:- Master Fenton,
Let it be so:— Sir John,
ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
COLONTINE, } Genilemen attending on the Duke.
SIR TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia
Servants to Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.
SCENE. A City in Illyria, and the Sea-coast near il.