Shal.

Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himself.

Slen.

I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: 'd'slid, 'tis but venturing.

Shal.

Be not dismay'd.

Slen.

No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am affeard.

Quic.

Hark ye, Mr. Slender would speak a word with you.

Anne.
I come to him.—This is my father's choice.
O, what a world of vile ill favour'd faults
Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

Quic.

And how does good master Fenton? pray you, a word with you.

Shal.

She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!

Slen.

I had a father, Mrs. Anne; my uncle can tell you good jests of him.—Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs. Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.

Shal.

Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

Slen.

Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Gloucestershire.

Shal.

He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

Slen.

Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a Squire.

Shal.

He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

Anne.

Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

Shal.

Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that. Good comfort; she calls you, coz. I'll leave you.

Anne.

Now, master Slender.

Slen.

Now, good mistress Anne.

Anne.

What is your will?

Slen.

My Will? od's heart-lings, that's a pretty jest, indeed, I ne'er made my Will yet, I thank heav'n; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heav'n praise.

Anne.

I mean, Mr. Slender, what would you with me?

Slen.

Truly, for my own part, I would little or nothing with you; your father and my uncle have made motions; if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole! they can tell how things go, better than I can; you may ask your father; here he comes.