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.
You would have marry'd her most shamefully,
Where there was no proportion held in love:
The truth is, fhe and I, long fince contracted,
Are now fo fure, that nothing can diffolve us.
Th' offence is holy, that she hath committed
And this deceit lofes the name of craft,
Of disobedience, or unduteous title;
Since therein she doth evitate and fhun

A thousand irreligious curfed hours,

Which forced marriage would have brought upon her.
Ford. Stand not amaz'd, here is no remedy.
In love, the heav'ns themselves do guide the ftate;
Mony buys lands, and wives are fold by fate.

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

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Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire,
Sir John and all.

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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.

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Dramatis Perfonæ.

VINCENTIO, Duke of Vienna.
Angelo, Lord Deputy in the Duke's abfence.
An ancient Lord, join'd with Angelo in the
Deputation.

Escalus,

Claudio, a young Gentleman.

Lucio, a Fantaftick.

Two Gentlemen.

Varrius, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke.