The Merry Wives of Windsor (Quarto 1, 1602)
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A pleasaunt Comedie, of
.40Tis done sir now, and cannot be vndone.
¶ She hath made her choise wheras her hart was fixt,
¶Then tis in vaine for you to storme or fret.
¶Fal. I am glad yet that your arrow hath glanced
¶Tis pitie to part loue that is so true.
.5Here M. Fenton, take her, and God giue thee ioy.
.10Come hither Fenton, and come hither daughter,
¶Go too you might haue stai'd for my good will,
¶But since your choise is made of one you loue,
¶Here take her Fenton, & both happie proue.
¶And laugh at Slender, and the Doctors ieast.
¶He hath got the maiden, each of you a boy
¶To waite vpon you, so God giue you ioy,
For Brooke this night shall lye with mistris Ford.
¶
Exit omnes.
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