Caius. Ver is miftrefs Page? by gar, I am cozen'd, I ha marry'd one garfoon, a boy; one pefant, by gar; a boy; it is not Anne Page; by gar, I am cozen'd. Mrs. Page. Why? did you not take her in green? Caius. Ay, by gar, and 'tis a boy; by gar, I'll raife all Windfor. How now, mafter Fenton? Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon! Page. Now, mistress, how chance you went not with master Slender? Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, maid? You would have marry'd her most shamefully, A thousand irreligious cursed hours Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. In love, the heav'ns themselves do guide the state; Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanc'd. Page. Well, what remedy? Finton, heav'n give thee joy! What cannot be efchew'd, must be embrac'd. Oo 2 Eva. Eva. [to Fenton afide.] I will dance, and eat plums at your wedding. Fal. When night-dogs run, all forts of deer are chac'd. Mrs. Page. Well, I will mufe no further. Master Fenton, Heav'n give you many, many merry days! Good hufband, let us every one go home, Ford. Let it be fo; — sir John, To master Brook you yet fhall hold your word; For he, to-night, fhall lye with miftrefs Ford. [Exeunt omnes. |