Shal.

Page, &c. Well met, Mr. Ford.

Ford.

Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer at home, and I pray you all go with me.

Shal.

I must excuse my self, Mr. Ford.

Slen.

And so must I, Sir; we have appointed to dine with Mrs. Anne, and I would not break with her for more mony than I'll speak of.

Shal.

We have linger'd about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.

Slen.

I hope I have your good will, father Page.

Page.

You have, Mr. Slender, I stand wholly for you; but my wife, master doctor, is for you altogether.

Cai.

Ay be gar, and de maid is love-a-me: my nursh-a-Quickly tell me so mush.

Host.

What say you to young Mr. Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holy-day, he smells April and May, he will carry't, he will carry't, 'tis in his buttons, he will carry't.

Page.

Not by my consent, I promise you: the gentleman is

of no having, he kept company with the wild Prince and Poinz: he is of too high a region, he knows too much; no, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance. If he take her, let him take her simply; the wealth I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that way.

Ford.

I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner; besides your cheer you shall have sport; I will shew you a monster. Mr. Doctor you shall go, so shall you Mr. Page, and you Sir Hugh.

Shal.

Well, fare you well: we shall have the freer wooing at Mr. Page's.

Caius.

Go home, John Rugby, I come anon.

Host.

Farewel, my hearts; I will to my honest Knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him.

Ford.

I think I shall drink in Pipe-wine first with him: I'll make him dance. Will you go, gentles?

All.

Have with you to see this monster.