The Merry Wives of Windsor (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merry Wiues of Windsor.
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¶Follow me Gentlemen.
¶It is not iealous in France.
¶his search.
¶Mist Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?
¶That my husband is deceiued, or Sir Iohn.
1510Mist. Page. What a taking was hee in, when your
¶Mist. Ford. I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of
¶a benefit.
1520Mist. Page. I will lay a plot to try that, and wee will
¶Quickly to him, and excuse his throwing into the water,
1525and giue him another hope, to betray him to another
¶punishment?
¶row eight a clocke to haue amends.
¶Ford. I cannot finde him: may be the knaue bragg'd
¶Mis. Page. Heard you that?
¶M. Ford. Heauen make you better then your thoghts
1535Ford. Amen.
1540giue my sins at the day of iudgement.
¶Caius. Be gar, nor I too: there is no-bodies.
¶sand, and fiue hundred too.
¶in the Parke, I pray you pardon me: I wil hereafter make
¶knowne to you why I haue done this. Come wife, come
¶Mi. Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray hartly pardon me.
1555him: I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house
¶to breakfast: after we'll a Birding together, I haue a fine
¶Ford. Any thing.
¶Ford. Pray you go, M. Page.
¶Eua. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the
¶Cai. Dat is good by gar, withall my heart.
¶keries.
Exeunt.
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Scoena Quarta.
¶
Enter Fenton, Anne, Page, Shallow, Slender,
¶Quickly, Page, Mist. Page.
¶Therefore no more turne me to him (sweet Nan.)
¶Anne. Alas, how then?
¶He doth obiect, I am too great of birth,
1575And that my state being gall'd with my expence,
¶I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth.
¶My Riots past, my wilde Societies,
1580I should loue thee, but as a property.
¶An. May be he tels you true.
¶Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee (Anne:)
1585Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew
¶And 'tis the very riches of thy selfe,
¶That now I ayme at.
¶An. Gentle M. Fenton,
¶Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither.
¶I care not for that, but that I am affeard.
1600An. 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?
¶Pray you a word with you.
1605Shal. 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
¶Slen. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Glo-
¶Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman.
¶Slen. I that I will, come cut and long-taile, vnder the
1615degree of a Squire.
¶Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds
¶ioynture.
¶selfe.
1620Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for
¶that good comfort: she cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you.
¶Anne. What is your will?
1625Slen. My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a prettie
¶iest indeede: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Hea-
¶praise.
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