1570Fen: I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue,

1571Therefore no more turne me to him (sweet Nan.)

1572Anne. Alas, how then?

1573Fen. Why thou must be thy selfe.

1574He doth obiect, I am too great of birth,

1575And that my state being gall'd with my expence,

1576I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth.

1577Besides these, other barres he layes before me,

1578My Riots past, my wilde Societies,

1579And tels me 'tis a thing impossible

1580I should loue thee, but as a property.

1581An. May be he tels you true.

1582 No, heauen so speed me in my time to come,

1583Albeit I will confesse, thy Fathers wealth

1584Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee (Anne:)

1585Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew

1586Then stampes in Gold, or summes in sealed bagges:

1587And 'tis the very riches of thy selfe,

1588That now I ayme at.

1589An. Gentle M. Fenton,

1590Yet seeke my Fathers loue, still seeke it sir,

1591If opportunity and humblest suite

1592Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither.

1593Shal. Breake their talke Mistris Quickly,

1594My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe.

1595Slen. Ile make a shaft or a bolt on't, slid, tis but ventu-(ring.

1596Shal. Be not dismaid.

1597Slen. No, she shall not dismay me:

1598I care not for that, but that I am affeard.

1599Qui. Hark ye, M. Slender would speak a word with you

1600An. I come to him. This is my Fathers choice:

1601O what a world of vilde ill-fauour'd faults

1602Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere?

1603Qui. And how do's good Master Fenton?

1604Pray you a word with you.

1605Shal. Shee's comming; to her Coz:

1606O boy, thou hadst a father.

1607Slen. I had a father (M. An) my vncle can tel you good

1608iests of him: pray you Vncle, tel Mist. Anne the iest how

1609my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen, good Vnckle.

1610Shal. Mistris Anne, my Cozen loues you.

1611Slen. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Glo-

1612cestershire.

1613Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman.

1614Slen. I that I will, come cut and long-taile, vnder the

1615degree of a Squire.

1616Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds

1617ioynture.

1618Anne. Good Maister Shallow let him woo for him-

1619selfe.

1620Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for

1621that good comfort: she cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you.

1622Anne. Now Master Slender.

1623Slen. Now good Mistris Anne.

1624Anne. What is your will?

1625Slen. My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a prettie

1626iest indeede: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Hea-

1627uen:) I am not such a sickely creature, I giue Heauen

1628praise.

1629Anne. I meane (M. Slender) what wold you with me?

1630Slen. Truely, for mine owne part, I would little or

1631nothing with you: your father and my vncle hath made

1632motions: if it be my lucke, so; if not, happy man bee his

1633dole, they can tell you how things go, better then I can:

1634you may aske your father, heere he comes.

1635Page. Now M^r Slender; Loue him daughter Anne.

1636Why how now? What does M^r Fenter here?

1637You wrong me Sir, thus still to haunt my house.

1638I told you Sir, my daughter is disposd of.

1639Fen. Nay M^r Page, be not impatient.

1640Mist. Page. Good M. Fenton. come not to my child.

1641Page. She is no match for you.

1642Fen. Sir, will you heare me?

1643Page. No, good M. Fenton.

1644Come M. Shallow: Come sonne Slender, in;

1645Knowing my minde, you wrong me (M. Fenton.)

1646Qui. Speake to Mistris Page.

1647Fen. Good Mist. Page, for that I loue your daughter

1648In such a righteous fashion as I do,

1649Perforce, against all checkes, rebukes, and manners,

1650I must aduance the colours of my loue,

1651And not retire. Let me haue your good will.

1652An. Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole.

1653Mist. Page. I meane it not, I seeke you a better hus-

1654band.

1655Qui. That's my master, M. Doctor.

1656An. Alas I had rather be set quick i'th earth,

1657And bowl'd to death with Turnips.

1658Mist. Page. Come, trouble not your selfe good M.

1659Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy:

1660My daughter will I question how she loues you,

1661And as I finde her, so am I affected:

1662Till then, farewell Sir, she must needs go in,

1663Her father will be angry.

1664Fen. Farewell gentle Mistris: farewell Nan.

1665Qui. This is my doing now: Nay, saide I, will you

1666cast away your childe on a Foole, and a Physitian:

1667Looke on M. Fenton, this is my doing.

1668Fen. I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night,

1669Giue my sweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines.

1670Qui. Now heauen send thee good fortune, a kinde

1671heart he hath: a woman would run through fire & wa-

1672ter for such a kinde heart. But yet, I would my Maister

1673had Mistris Anne, or I would M. Slender had her: or (in

1674sooth) I would M. Fenton had her; I will do what I can

1675for them all three, for so I haue promisd, and Ile bee as

1676good as my word, but speciously for M. Fenton. Well, I

1677must of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaffe from my two

1678Mistresses: what a beast am I to slacke it. Exeunt