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The Merry Wives of Windsor (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merry Wiues of Windsor.
2620art able to woo her in good English.
2621Fal. Haue I laid my braine in the Sun, and dri'de it,
2623this? Am I ridden with a Welch Goate too? Shal I haue
2624a Coxcombe of Frize? Tis time I were choak'd with a
2627putter.
2630nough to be the decay of lust and late-walking through
2631the Realme.
2632Mist. Page. Why Sir Iohn, do you thinke though wee
2633would haue thrust vertue out of our hearts by the head
2635ple to hell, that euer the deuill could haue made you our
2636delight?
2638Mist. Page. A puft man?
2640trailes?
2642Page. And as poore as Iob?
2643Ford. And as wicked as his wife?
2644Euan. And giuen to Fornications, and to Tauernes,
2645and Sacke, and Wine, and Metheglins, and to drinkings
2650as you will.
2652Mr Broome, that you haue cozon'd of money, to whom
2653you should haue bin a Pander: ouer and aboue that you
2658at my wife, that now laughes at thee: Tell her Mr Slen-
2659der hath married her daughter.
2662Caius wife.
2663Slen. Whoa hoe, hoe, Father Page.
2664Page. Sonne? How now? How now Sonne,
2665Haue you dispatch'd?
2667know on't: would I were hang'd la, else.
2670Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not bene
2672haue swing'd me. If I did not thinke it had beene Anne
2674Boy.
2675Page. Vpon my life then, you tooke the wrong.
2677I tooke a Boy for a Girle: If I had bene married to him,
2678(for all he was in womans apparrell) I would not haue
2679had him.
2680Page. Why this is your owne folly,
2681Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter,
2682By her garments?
2683Slen. I went to her in greene, and cried Mum, and
2684she cride budget, as Anne and I had appointed, and yet
2686Mist. Page. Good George be not angry, I knew of
2689there married.
2692it is not An Page, by gar, I am cozened.
2693M. Page. VVhy? did you take her in white?
2695Windsor.
2698How now Mr Fenton?
2699Anne. Pardon good father, good my mother pardon
2701How chance you went not with Mr Slender?
2703Fen. You do amaze her: heare the truth of it,
2705Where there was no proportion held in loue:
2709And this deceit looses the name of craft,
2710Of disobedience, or vnduteous title,
2713Which forced marriage would haue brought vpon her.
2714Ford. Stand not amaz'd, here is no remedie:
2716Money buyes Lands, and wiues are sold by fate.
2718to strike at me, that your Arrow hath glanc'd.
2719Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heauen giue thee
2722chac'd.
2724Heauen giue you many, many merry dayes:
2725Good husband, let vs euery one go home,
2727Sir Iohn and all.
2731FINIS.