Ford.
Evans.
'Tis one the best discretions of a Woman as ever I did look upon.
Page.
Faith an admirable invention, and a very just punishment.
Mrs Page.
I hope at least that you will never be jealous.
Page.
Jealous! 'Slife I can trust thee with the mad Prince, in the very height of
his midnight Revels. Oh, that Bully Ford were but here too! This would be an infallible
cure for ever for him. Why would not you give him notice of it?
Mrs Ford.
He unluckily took post for London this evening before we had agreed upon
our design: But whereabout are we? Ay, marry so: This is Herns Oak, this is
the place appointed.
Page.
But where are the rest of your Maskers?
Mrs Ford.
All in the adjacent Thicket, expecting the appointed signal. Mr Page!
Do you and your Wife go Mask, under yon Tuft of Trees, your Habits attend you.
Page.
But are not you a rare manager? This should have been done at Windsor.
Mrs Ford.
By no means, our design will be more secret this way. But do you
hear? As soon as you are drest, do you, Mr Page, mingle with the Maskers, and let
your Wife come back to me.
Page.
It shall be done, my dear; but hearkee, your Ear! when my Son Slender
comes—Mum—we are observed, A word to the Wise is enough.
Mrs Page.
Hearkee, Mrs Ford, if the Doctor comes before I return, you understand
me, do you hear?
Mrs Ford.
I warrant you, Mrs Page. Did ever I forget my promise?
Mr Page and Mrs Page Exeunt on one side.
Enter on the other Slend. Shallow.
Slender to Shallow entring.)
I forsooth, I have spoke with her, we have a Byword
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to know one another, I come to her who is to be in Red, and cry Mum, she
cryes Budget, and by that we know one another.
Shall.
That's good too, but what needs either your Mum or her Budget. The Red
will decypher her well enough. Sure it hath struck twelve. Who's there, Mrs
Ford?
Mrs Ford.
Squire Slender, a word with you. Yonder are your Gown and your
Petticoat under the Elms, and there you will find one to dress you. As soon as you
are drest, mingle with the rest of the Maskers in yon Thicket.
Slend.
Spirits, Fairies, are they not?
Mrs Ford.
Ay, you will make as good a Hobgoblin as the best of them. Upon
a Signal given them they will all rush out, take the advantage of that confusion,
to steal off with your Mistress. You will find her in Red.
Slend.
But, will no body be in Red but she?
Mrs Ford.
No body, adieu, look to your Hits, look to your Hits, and say not a
word to her. The Parson expects you in the place that I told you of; when you say
after him, be sure to whisper. Your Bride has directions to do the like, for the Doctor
will be certainly near you.
Slend.
He near me! If I do not play him such a Prank, that all Windsor shall laugh
at him: Then say, that Slender's a Fool; I'll serve him a trick e'faith.
Ex. on one side.
Enter on the other Caius.
Mrs Ford.
Who comes here? My Doctor!
Caius.
My Dear, a Maistress Forda, begar you be de ver honest Voman, and my ver
good Frienda—and villa—
Mrs Ford.
Doctor, this is no time for talk, under yon Oak you will find your
Masking Habit, and there will be one to dress you too. As soon as you are drest
mingle with the rest of the Maskers in yon Thicket. Upon a signal given, they
will all rush violently out. Take the advantage of that confusion to carry your Mrs
oft. You will find her in Yellow, and no body will be in Yellow but she.
Caius.
Begar 'tis good.
Mrs Ford.
But be sure you look to your Hitts, and say not a word, and when you
say after the Parson whisper, for Slender will be certainly near you.
Caius.
Maistress Ford, begar me vill put de ver great Fool upon dat Jackanape
Slender.
Mrs Ford.
Well, look out narrowly, and so farewel. (Exit Caius.) I am glad I
am rid of this Fool, for I see Mrs Page a coming.
Enter Mrs Page.
Mrs Ford.
Mrs Page?
Mrs Page.
My dear?
Mrs Ford.
Bless me, 'tis a very dark night.
Mrs P.
Light and Spirits will become it well. Heav'n prosper our sport. No
one means evil but the Devil, and look, you may know him by his Horns. Stand
close a little.
Enter Falstaffe like Hern the Hunter.
Falst.
The Windsor Bell hath struck twelve. The minute draws on; 'tis good
to be beforehand with such an appointment. Now the hot blooded God assist me.
Remember Jove, thou wast a Bull for thy Europa, Love set on thy Horns? O powerful
Love, that in some respects makes a Beast a Man, in some other a Man a Beast.
You were also, Jupiter, a Swan for the Love of Leda. O Omnipotent Love! How
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near the God drew to the complexion of a Goole; a fault done first in the form of
a Beast (O Jove, a Beastly fault) and then another fault in the semblance of a Fowl,
think on't Jove, a foul fault, when Gods have hot backs, what shall poor Men do!
For me, I am here a Windsor Stag, and the fattest I think in the Forrest. Send me
a cool Ruff time Jove, or who can blame me to piss my Tallow. Who comes here, my
Doe?
Mrs Ford.
Sir John? Art thou there, my Deer? My Male Deer?
Falst.
My Doe, with the black Scut? Let the Sky rain Potatoes; let it Thunder
to the Tune of Green Sleeves, hail Kissing Comfits and Snow Eringoes; let there
come a Tempest of Provocation, as I will shelter me here.
Mrs Ford.
Mrs Page is come with me, Sweetheart.
Falst.
Divide me like a Bribe Buck, each a Haunch, I will keep my sides
to my self, my Shoulders for the Fellow of this walk, and my Horns I bequeath your
Husbands. Am I a Woodman, Ha! speak I like Hern the Hunter? Why now is
Cupid a Child of Conscience, he makes restitution. As I am a true Spirit, welcome.
Terrible Symph.
Mrs Page.
Bless me, what noise is that?
Mrs Ford.
Heaven forgive our Sins!
Falst.
What should this be?
Mrs Page. Mrs Ford.
Away, away, away.
Falst.
The Devil take the hindmost, I say. I'll into that Tuft of Trees, and
sculk there till the Storm is over.
As they go out, Enter Maskers on the other side, crying follow, follow, follow. They go
after Falstaffe. Three or four of them come back.
1 Mask.
'Slife he'll make his escape.
2.
Why the Devil is good to his own. While we are playing the mock Spirits,
the real Fiend is abroad. It was never so cudgelled in my Life.
3.
For my part I am Stock-fish. Who should these be that charged us so
fiercely. But see our Comrades are successful, and have retrieved Falstaffe.
Symphony Recommences, and the Maskers bring in Ford in the shape of Falstaffe.
1 Fairy.
Mortal, it is in vain to stauggle here.
2 Fairy.
Bring him near, bring him near.
3 Fairy.
With Fiery tryal touch his Fingers end.
If he be chast, the Flame will back descend,
And vex him with no pain; but if he start,
It is the Flesh of a corrupted Heart.
1 Fairy.
A Tryal, come.
2 Fairy.
Come, will this Wood take fire.
Ford.
Oh—Oh—Oh—
2 Fairy.
Corrupt, corrupt and tainted in Desire,
About him Fairies sing a scornful Rhime,
And as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
Symphony.
Spirit.
Ye Goblins and Fairies and Satyrs and Fawns,
That merrily Revel or e midnight Lawns.
Come away, Come away,
And make no delay.
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But our cheerful Gamesom Summons obey,
Come away, Come away with your frolicksom train,
And nimbly advance
In a whimsical Dance,
And prettily trip it,
And merrily skip it,
And wantonly leap it,
Over the Skirts of the painted Plain,
For this is the Time, for us Goblins to Reign.
Chor.
See, see we advance
In a whimsical Dance,
And prettily trip it,
And prettily skip it,
And wantanly leap it,
Over the Skirts of the painted Plain,
For this is the Time for us Goblins to Reign.
Spirit.
Ye Goblins and ev'ry Fairy Spright,
Come about, about, about this unweildy Wight,
Who is a freakish frolicksom Elf,
And a fantastick Goblin himself;
And as round him you go
In a Jovial Row,
To be reveng'd of his lustful Crime,
Merrily trowl out a scornful Rhime,
And cuff him in Cadence, and kick him in Time.
Chorus.
See round him we go
In a Jovial Row,
And merrily trowling a scornful Rhime,
We cuff him in Cadence, and kick him in Time.
Ford.
Oh—Oh—Oh—
Spirit.
Now laugh at his Woe,
And as he cries Oh—
Reply with a He, Ho, Hi, Ho.
1 Chorus
Hi, Hi, Hi.
2 Chorus.
Hi, Ho, Ho.
Ford.
Oh—Oh—Oh—
1 Chorus.
Hi, Hi, Hi.
2 Chorus.
Ho, Ho, Ho.
Mrs Page.
Come, come, let us carry on the jest no farther. Now, good Sir John,
how like you Windsor Wives? How do you like Washing and Buck Basket.
Mrs Ford.
Sir John we have had ill luck; we could never meet to any purpose;
I will never take you for my Love again; but I will always count you my Dear.
Page.
Come, pray Sir, be pleas'd to unmask.
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Mrs Page.
No, let us attend him as he is to Windsor.
Mrs Ford.
And let the Children hollow to adorn our Triumph.
Enter Host of the Bull, and Falstaffe unmask'd.
Falstaffe entring)
Mine Honest Host of the Bull, I thank thee; thou has sav'd
me from running the Gauntlet efaith, the Whoreson Villains had pepper'd me:
Why, how now, my mad Wags! why, what have we here a mummy?
Mrs Page.
Defend me, ye pow'rs!
Mrs Ford.
Have mercy upon me!
Page.
May I believe my Eyes?
Falst.
Those Eyes Sweetheart are worth but little, that can take me for another,
I was never mistaken, or so much as doubted before.
Page.
But who the Devil is this then?
Falst.
Nay, no Devil, for all his Horns.
Page.
That's true, my Cudgel tells me, that he is Flesh and Blood. But what
is he then?
Falst.
What is he? A Beast he is?
Mrs Ford.
But what Beast?
Falst.
Why, a Beast of Husband, as thou art a Devil of a Wife.
Mrs Ford.
Bless me, whose Husband?
Falst.
Why, whose Husband should a true Wife take pains to cudgel but her own.
Mrs Ford.
My Husband!
Page.
'Sheart, I'll see who he is. By your leave, Sir.
They unmask him.
Mrs Ford.
Save me, and deliver me!
Ford.
Oh—Oh—
Mrs Page.
Bless my Eyes! what do I see?
Falst.
Marry and Amen. Why this is no Ford. This is no peaking Cornuto.
This is that Bucksom Whoremaster Booom, that gave me 20 l. to day to help him to
Ford's Wife.
Mrs Ford.
Can it be possible that you are my Husband?
Falst.
Thy Husband he was, but he's Stockfish now; these Spirits have metamorphos'd
him.
Page.
Why, this is wonderful. How do you find your self, Neighbour?
Ford.
Oh—Oh—Oh—
Falst.
Why, plaguy sore, damnable sore, sore with a vengeance.
Mrs F.
Why Husband, dear Husband, now speak to us.
Ford.
Oh, I am maim'd, I am crippled for ever.
Mrs F.
Ah me, I have murder'd my Husband.
Ford.
No Wife, thou hast made me the happiest man. Within me, Oh, such ease,
such Peace I find—
Falst.
The Staff that broke his Bones has heal'd his mind.
Ford.
Wife, I return thee ten thousand thanks.
Falst.
By his taking a beating thus, this should be a Muscovite.
Ford.
Thou hast made me wise.
Falst.
A Cudgel with some I see has more vertue than Seneca.
Ford.
Thou hast open'd my Eyes for ever.
Falst.
A Crab Tree to this Fool has been the Tree of Knowledge?
M Ford.
But how came you here? You amaze me?
Host of the Bull.
By my contrivance.
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Mrs Ford.
By your contrivance, Brother?
Host of the Bull.
Yes, I acquainted him with this second apointment, which you
had made to Falstaffe, and advis'd him to pretend a Journey to London, and so lie
conceal'd in my House till midnight, and then to come thither in Falstaffe's shape,
to see whether his jealousie was well grounded, or no.
Mrs Ford.
But why would you do that, when you knew how scurvily the Knight
was design'd to be used?
Host of the Bull.
Why in return of some favours, of which your Husband has been
over liberal to day.
Mrs Ford.
But still I am confounded, for we had Falstaffe here just now with us
in this very shape We saw him, we talk'd to him, he answer'd us.
Host of the Bull
Yes, but when your Mock Spirits first gave him the alarm, Falstaffe,
who flew more nimbly from them, than one wou'd guess from his Bulk, gave time
to me, who was waiting hard by with two of my Servants, for the better conducting
my design, to charge the foremost of your Friends, with three lusty Cudgels, so
that while, that gave time to the Knight to make his escape, the Maskers met
with your Husband, who at that instant upon a signal agreed on between us, began
to move from the post where we had placed him, and advanc'd to meet you.
Mrs Ford.
But Husband, why would not you discover yourself, when you saw
that we took you for another?
Ford.
Shame, shame would not suffer me, to think that I had been such an Ass,
and so vilely wrong'd the very best of Women.
Caius.
Come, come, there is very good edifications, look you, that may be learnt
from this. Mr Ford leave you your Jealousies, look you, and you will be no more
beaten, look you, and kick'd and cudgell'd and pinch'd and terrify'd.
Page.
Well said, Fairy Hugh!
Ford.
I will never mistrust my Wife again, till thou art able to make Love to
her in good English.
Caius.
And, Sir John Falstaffe, leave you I pray you your wicked desires, and
you shall be no more frighted and washed, and buck'd by the Maids, look you.
Mrs Page.
There's a lesson for you, Sir John, let the washing of your outside
make your inside clear. And then Captain Dingboy there will no more Hector
you.
Falst.
Why, is that she?
Mrs P.
E'en she, Sir, at your service.
Falst.
Have I laid my Brain in the Sun, and dried it, that it wanted matter, to
prevent so gross over-reaching as this is? Am I ridden with a Welsh Goat too? Shall
I have a Coxcomb of Frize? Tis time I were choak'd with a piece of toasted
Cheese.
Caius.
Seeze is not good to give putter, your pelly is all putter.
Falst.
Seeze and putter! Have I liv'd to stand to stand at the taunt of one, who
makes Frittars of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust, and late walking
thro the Realm.
Mrs Page.
Why, Sir John, do you think, tho we would have thrust virtue out of
our Hearts by the Head and Shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple to
Hell that ever the Devil could have made you our delight?
Ford.
What a Hodge Pudding? A bag of Flax.
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Mrs Page.
A pufft man?
Page.
Old, cold, wither'd, and of intollerable entrails.
Ford.
One that is as slanderous as Satan.
Page.
And as poor as Job!
Ford.
And as wicked as his Wife?
Caius.
And given to Fornications and Taverns and Sack and Wine and Metheglins,
and to Drinkings and Swearings and Starings, Pribbles and Prabbles?
Falst.
Well! I am your Theme, you have the start of me, I am dejected, I am
not able to answer the Welsh Flannel; ignorance itself is a Plummet o're me, use
me as you will.
Page.
Be cheerful, Knight, thou shall eat a Posset to night at my House, where
I will desire thee to laugh at my Wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, Mr
Slender hath married her Daughter.
Mrs P.
Doctors doubt that, (aside.) If Ann Page be my Daughter, she is by
this time Doctor Caius's Wife.
Page.
Yonder I suppose they come.
Enter one in a Parsons Habit, Slender and Caius hand in hand, both in Womens Apparel and Mask'd, they separate, and Slender goes to Mr Page, and Caius to Mrs Page.
Page to Slender,)
Son, you have dispatch'd? Keep, keep on your Mask, speak
softly. I wou'd not have my Wife know who you are, till we come home, she'll
be outrageous and expose herself.
Mrs Page to Caius)
Well, Doctor, Is the Ceremony over? Keep on your Mask,
and do not discover yourself, till you come to my House. My Husband when he
comes to be undeceiv'd will doubtless do something that is very extravagant, and I
would have him do it in private.
Enter Fenton and Mrs Ann Page unmask'd.
Page.
What's this, I see? I dare not believe, my Eyes.
Mrs Page.
My Daughter, yonder! 'Tis Illusion, 'tis Enchantment.
Page.
We have had recourse to mock Apparitions, and we are punish'd by real
Witchcraft. Why Son, who the Devil have you got yonder?
Slend.
Nay, the Devil indeed, for ought I know, I took her in Red, you told me
Mrs Ann was to be in Red. Is she double, I trow.
Mrs P.
Why, Doctor, you are abused, you see my Daughter is yonder.
Caius.
Deable! Vat do I see? Did you not speak a to me, to taker her in de Yellow?
And begar it is not Ann Page, she is yonder.
Slend.
But who is my Wife trow? What Drab have they put upon me?
Caius.
Begar I vill see vat dam Bish I ha married. Garzoones dat Jackanape
Slender.
Slend.
Now by this light, Doctor Caius.
Caius
Deable! vere is Jack Rugby, vid my long Sword, begar I will cut his
Troat presaunt
Slend.
I, let him come, let him come, I'll e'en swinge him, or he shall swinge
me.
Fight.
Page.
Sir Hugh, help me to part them, Sir John?
Falst.
Let them alone, my Lads, let them alone, curst be who parts Man and
Wife, I say.
Slend.
Man and Wife quotha! I won't have him Mun, so I won't, for all he was
in Womans Cloaths when I married him.
Page.
Introth, I am amazed at all this.
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Mrs Page.
And I am giddy with wonder.
Page.
How could it possibly come about?
Slend.
Nay, how can I tell. You told me, you know, that I must be in Womans
Cloaths, to avoid being discover'd by your Wife, and to countermine her, forsooth.
Caius.
And begar, Maistress Page told a me, dat I must be accoutre like de Girl,
to evite being found out by de Husband.
Slend.
And besides, you know, Father, you told me that your Daughter was to
be in Red. So I took her in Red, and it is not Ann, but the Doctor.
Caius.
And begar, Maistress Page, you tell a to me, dat Ann was to be drest a
in a de Yellow, and so you did trick up dat Jack Dog Slender in Yellow, and begar
did play me de pranka.
Mrs Page.
You are mistaken, Mrs Ford has done all this in favour of her Nephew.
For she provided the Masking Habits. Oh, rare, Mrs Ford! This is fine management.
Page.
Son Slender, it seems you have taken the wrong.
Slend.
What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took an old ugly Quack
for a young pretty Girl.
Page.
Well! But you told me just now you were married, how could you, either
of you say after the Priest, and not be discovered?
Slend.
Why, forsooth, they told me I must whisper, because, forsooth, Doctor
Caius would be near. Yes with a Pox to him, he was near with a Vengeance.
Page.
Who gave you this advice?
Slend.
Why, Mrs Ford there?
Caius.
Garzooks, she tell a de very same ting to me too
Page.
Well! But who is this that has done you the blessed Office?
Parson unmasking.)
Why, how now, old Bully Bacchus! dost thou not know thy
Fannus, thy Silenus, thy merry mad Host of the Garter?
Page.
Mine Host of the Garter? And pray, Sir, who set you a work?
Host of the Garter.
Why, e'en my merry Dame Ford there.
Page.
Oh, rare, Mrs Ford! Is this done like a Neighbour? Is this done like a
Friend?
Mrs Ford.
Like a better Friend than you are aware of.
Page.
And O rare, Daughter! O dainty, delicate, dutiful Daughter? Is this
what we might have expected from an only Child, whom we have educated with
so much tenderness
Mrs Ann.
I always was and always shall be your most obedient Daughter.
Page.
Can you say this without blushing, the very moment after you have married
against our consent, nay, against our Commands?
Mrs Ann.
I never did, and never will do any thing against your Commands.
Page.
Why Mrs, are not you married to this Honest worthy Gentleman here?
Fent.
No, nor never shall be without your consent, Sir?
Page.
How's that?
Fent.
Your Daughter and I had it in our pow'r, for you see we had opportunity;
but we have remain'd contented with that, without bringing it to fact.
Mrs Ford.
What say you now, Mr Page?
Page.
We have been mistaken.
Fent.
What I have done in exposing these Gentlemen, has been only to shew
what preposterous choices your prejudices had prevail'd upon you and your Wife
to make for an only Daughter. I make no doubt, but that in the match which you
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each had provided for her, you had designed her Happiness, her Interest and her
Honour. But in marrying an Ass she runs a very great risk of losing them all three.
For tho she had no present aversion for either of them, as she has certainly a
very strong one for both, yet their folly would quickly create her contempt, and
her contempt her aversion, and where-ever there is aversion in Marriage, there can be
no happiness.
Ford.
'Tis truly observ'd.
Mrs Ford.
And wisely.
Fent.
And as for Interest, that can be no where secure, where there is no management,
and there can be no management, where there is no prudence.
Ford.
Well said, Nephew!
Fent.
And how should that Husband be as cautious as he should be of so nice a
thing as a Womans Honour, who you plainly see has not common prudence enough
to maintain his own?
Page.
Faith this is true, Wife.
Fent.
For my part, tho perhaps I may have stronger pretences to your Daughter
than any man living can have, not only because she does me the Honour, not
wholly to slight my passion; but because we have been long and solemnly contracted.
Page.
How's that?
Mrs Page.
Contracted did he say?
Mrs Ford.
Hear him out, Mrs Page.
Fent.
Yet I here frankly and publickly release her of any obligation which she
may stand in to me, and have so truly considered of the terrible consequences which
attend the just displeasure of a Parent, that I am resolv'd either to owe my happiness
to you, or not to be happy at all, and I will never teach her to be undutiful
to me, by perswading her first to be disobedient to you.
Mrs Page.
'Tis honourably said in my conscience.
Page.
And nobly, and here to shew Mr Fenton, that I am loath to be vanquished
in kindness and generosity, I shall only desire him maturely to consider of
my Daughters Fortune and his own, and if he thinks there will be a competency
to make her and himself happy, she has leave to give him her hand.
Fent.
You for ever bind me to you.
Mrs Ford.
'Tis now become my turn to speak, and I shall soon convince you,
that I have not been such an abominable Neighbour, as you may imagine. I can
assure you, that it is your Daughters Person, and not her Forture, that my
Nephew has had a design upon, and he might perhaps with some Justice pretend
to much better Fortunes than hers. You know, that my Husband and I are
Childless, and that we are easie in our circumstances. You know particularly
that I have Two Hundred a year, which is at my own disposal. But this you
cannot know, till I inform you of it, that when I first concerted this Intreague
with my Nephew, I secur'd him the reversion of that Estate after my Death
and my Husbands.
Fent.
Which will engage me to be ever acknowledging.
Mrs Ford.
Besides, whatever you think fit to give with your Daughter at present,
I here promise to prevail upon my Husband to lay down as much for my Nephew.
Ford.
And I am so satisfied with thy conduct, and so pleased with thy virtue, that
[illeg.]e engage to make what you promise good.
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Page.
Why, then I am blest on every side, and there is not a man upon Earth,
who is happy in kinder Neighbours, a more generous Son in Law, a more obedient
Daughter, and a more vertuous Wife. But why would not you acquaint us
with this before?
Mrs Ford.
Why, first I believed both you and your Wife to be each of you obstinately
fond of your several choices, and therefore in order to the opening your Eyes
I thought it would be convenient to expose the parties; and in the next place I was
willing that my Nephew should owe his success to his Wit, and not to his Money.
Page.
Why, then now, Mr Fenton, it must be your fault, if my Daughter dyes a
Maid.
Fent.
Die a Maid? She shall not so much as Sleep one: We will go from hence
to the Deanry, where a Parson attends us, and from thence to Bed.
Page.
No, no, you have had fatigue enough already for one night, go to Bed
and rest, and to morrow she shall be for thee. What say you, Wife?
Mrs Page.
I can never have a worthier Son-in-Law.
Fent.
Madam, I hope you will not retard my Happiness.
Mrs A.
You see, Sir, it is not in my power; the duty of a child is obedience.
Page.
Come, let us go laugh half an hour together, and so to Bed.
Falst.
Doctor, pray lead your Bride
Slend.
I'll make the best in Gloucestershire know it, I would I were hang'd
else.
Caius.
And begar I'll raise all Windsor?
Page.
For what? To proclaim yourself an Ass to the publick. Rather learn Wisdom
from what has happened to you, and the next Woman you pretend to; make it
your business to gain the Heart of your mistress, as well as the consent of her Parents,
for be certain that a forced Marriage is but a lawful Rape.
Evans
It is fery good advice for you, look you.
Page.
And let all men learn from Fenton's generous proceeding to avoid the curse
that attends a clandestine Marriage, and the dreadful consequence of a Parents
just displeasure.
But Heav'n will Crown this Marriage with success,
Which Love and Duty thus conspire to bless.
FINIS.
