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- Scene V] Merry Wives of Windsor 93
Fenton. Farewell, gentle mistress. — Farewell, Nan.
\Exeimt Mrs. Page a?id Anne.
Quickly. This is my doing, now. — Nay, said I,
will you cast away your child on a fool and a
physician? Look on Master Fenton. — This is
my doing. loi
Fenton. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-
night
Give my sweet Nan this ring. There 's for thy pains.
Quickly. Now heaven send thee good fortune ! —
l^Exit Fenton?^ A kind heart he hath ; a woman
would run through fire and water for such a kind
heart. But yet I would my master had Mistress
Anne ; or I would Master Slender had her ; or, in
sooth, I would Master Fenton had her. I will do
what I can for them all three, for so I have promised
and I '11 be as good as my word, — but speciously
for Master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand
to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses ; what
a beast am I to slack it I {Exit.
Scene V. A Room in the Garter Inn
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph
Falstaff. Bardolph, I say, —
Bardolph. Here, sir.
Falstaff. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a
toast in 't. — \Exit Bardolph^ Have I lived to be
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