Enter Fenton, and Anne Pagel De 3 How now, Mr. Fenton? Anne. Pardon, good father; good my mother, pardon. Page. Now, miftrefs, how chance you went not with Mr. Slender? Mrs. Page: Why went you not with Mr. Doctor, maid? Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth of it. A thousand irreligious curfed hours, Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. Fal. I am glad, tho' you have ta'en a special Stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanc'd. Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heav'n give thee joy! What cannot be efchew'd, must be embrac'd. • Eva. I will alfo 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. Mr. Fenton, Heav'n give you many, many merry days! 8 This fpeech is taken from, the edition of 1619. Mr. Pope. Good T Good husband, let us every one go home, - Ford. Let it be fo: Sir John, [Exeunt omnes. |