SCENE XI.
Enter Mr. Fenton.
Fent.
How now, good woman, how dost thou?
Quic.
The better, that it pleases your good worship
to ask.
Fent.
What news? how does pretty mistress Anne?
Quic.
In truth, Sir, and she is pretty, and honest,
and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you
that by the way, I praise heav'n for it.
Fent.
Shall I do any good, think'st thou? shall I
not lose my suit?
Quic.
Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above; but
notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book,
she loves you—Have not your worship a wart above
your eye?
Fent.
Yes, marry, have I; and what of that?
Quic.
Well, thereby hangs a tale; good faith, it is
such another Nan; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever
broke bread;—we had an hour's talk of that wart:—
I shall never laugh but in that maid's company!—But,
indeed, she is given too much to allicholly and musing;
but for you—Well—go to—
Fent.
Well, I shall see her to day; hold, there's
mony for thee: let me have thy voice in my behalf;
if thou seest her before me, commend me—
Quic.
Will I? ay, faith, that we will: and I will
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tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we
have confidence, and of other wooers.
Fen.
Well, farewel, I am in great haste now.
[Exit.
Quic.
Farewel to your worship. Truly, an honest
gentleman, but Anne loves him not; I know Anne's
mind as well as another does. Out upon't, what have
I forgot?
[Exit.
Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].