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  • Title: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Modern, Folio)
  • Editor: Helen Ostovich
  • Markup editor: Maxwell Terpstra
  • Coordinating editor: Janelle Jenstad

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Helen Ostovich
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    The Merry Wives of Windsor (Modern, Folio)

    [3.4]
    Enter Fenton [and] Anne.
    1570Fenton
    I see I cannot get thy father's love;
    Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.
    Anne
    Alas, how then?
    Fenton
    Why, thou must be thyself.
    He doth object I am too great of birth,
    1575And that, my state being galled with my expence,
    I seek to heal it only by his wealth.
    Besides these, other bars he lays before me --
    My riots past, my wild societies --
    And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
    1580I should love thee but as a property.
    Anne
    Maybe he tells you true.
    Fenton
    No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
    Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth
    Was the first motive that I wooed thee, Anne;
    1585Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
    Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealèd bags.
    And 'tis the very riches of thyself
    That now I aim at.
    Anne
    Gentle M. Fenton,
    1590Yet seek my father's love, still seek it, sir.
    If opportunity and humblest suit
    Cannot attain it, why then -- Hark you hither!
    [Anne draws Fenton aside to whisper.]
    Enter Shallow, Slender, [and] Mistress Quickly.
    Shallow
    Break their talk, Mistress Quickly! My kinsman shall speak for himself.
    1595Slender
    I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't. 'Slid, tis but venturing.
    Shallow
    Be not dismayed.
    Slender
    No, she shall not dismay me. I care not for that, but that I am afeared.
    Quickly
    [To Anne] Hark ye, Master Slender would speak a word with you
    1600Anne
    I come to him. [Aside] This is my father's choice.
    Oh, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
    Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
    Quickly
    And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.
    [She takes Fenton aside.]
    1605Shallow
    She's coming. To her, coz. Oh, boy, thou hadst a father.
    [Anne approaches.]
    Slender
    I had a father, Mistress Anne. My uncle can tell you good jests of him. – Pray you, uncle, tell Mistress Anne the jest how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
    1610Shallow
    Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
    Slender
    Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire.
    Shallow
    He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
    Slender
    Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, vnder the 1615degree of a squire.
    Shallow
    He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
    Anne
    Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
    1620Shallow
    Marry, I thank you for it. I thank you for that good comfort. -- She calls you, coz. I'll leave you.
    [Shallow moves aside.]
    Anne
    Now, Master Slender.
    Slender
    Now, good Mistress Anne.
    Anne
    What is your will?
    1625Slender
    My will? 'Od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest indeed. I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven. I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
    Anne
    I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?
    1630Slender
    Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you. Your father and my uncle hath made motions. If it be my luck, so. If not, happy man be his dole. They can tell you how things go better than I can. You may ask your father. Here he comes.
    Enter Page [and] Mistress Page.
    1635Page
    Now, Master Slender. – Love him, daughter Anne.
    Why, how now? What does Master Fenter here?
    [To Fenton] You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house.
    I told you, sir, my daughter is disposed of.
    Fenton
    Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
    1640Mistress Page
    Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.
    Page
    She is no match for you.
    Fenton
    Sir, will you hear me?
    Page
    No, good M. Fenton. –
    Come, Master Shallow, come, son Slender, in. –
    1645Knowing my mind, you wrong me, Master Fenton.
    [Exerunt Page, Shallow, and Slender.]
    Quickly
    [Aside to Fenton] Speak to Mistress Page.
    Fenton
    Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
    In such a righteous fashion as I do,
    Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
    1650I must advance the colors of my love,
    And not retire. Let me have your good will.
    Anne
    Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
    Mistress Page
    I mean it not. I seek you a better husband.
    1655Quickly
    That's my master, master doctor.
    Anne
    Alas I had rather be set quick i'th earth, and bowled to death with turnips.
    Mistress Page
    Come, trouble not yourself, good Master Fenton.
    I will not be your friend, nor enemy.
    1660My daughter will I question how she loves you
    And, as I find her, so am I affected.
    Till then, farewell, sir. She must needs go in.
    Her father will be angry. –
    [She turns away taking Anne with her.]
    Fenton
    Farewell, gentle mistress. Farewell, Nan.
    [Exeunt Mistress Page and Anne.]
    1665Quickly
    [To Fenton] This is my doing now." Nay," said I, "will you cast away your child on a fool and a physician? Look on Master Fenton!" This is my doing.
    Fenton
    I thank thee, and I pray thee once to night,
    Give my sweet Nan this ring. There's for thy pains.
    [Fenton gives Quickly a ring and some money.]
    1670Quickly
    Now heaven send thee good fortune. – [Exit Fenton.] A kind heart he hath! A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet I would my master had Mistress Anne, or I would Master Slender had her, or in sooth I would Master Fenton had her. I will do what I can 1675for them all three, for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word, but speciously for Master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir IJohn Falstaff from my two mistresses. What a beast am I to slack it.
    Exit.