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- Scene IV] Merry Wives of Windsor 91
Shallow. He will make you a hundred and fifty
pounds jointure.
Anne. Good Master Shallow, let him woo for
himself. 51
Shallow. Marry, I thank you for it ; I thank you
for that good comfort. — She calls you, coz ; I '11
leave you.
Anne. Now, Master Slender, —
Slender. Now, good Mistress Anne, —
A7ine. What is your will ?
Slender. My will 1 'od's heartlings, that 's a pretty
jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank
heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give
heaven praise. 61
Anne. I mean, Master Slender, what would you
with me ?
Slender. Truly, for mine own part, I would little
or nothing with you. Your father and my uncle
hath made motions. If it be my luck, so ; if not,
happy man be his dole! They can tell you how
things go better than I can. You may ask your
father ; here he comes. 69
P Enter Page and Mistress Page
Page. Now, Master Slender! — Love him, daughter
Anne. —
Why, how now ! what does Master Fenton here ? —
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house ;
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. 73
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