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- 92 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ill
Fenton. Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
Mrs. Page. Good Master Fenton, come not to my
child.
Page. She is no match for you.
Fenton. Sir, will you hear me ?
Page. No, good Master Fenton. —
Come, Master Shallow; — come, son Slender, in. —
Knowing my mind, you wrong me,Master Fenton.ci.,,^^^
\Exeiint Page, Shallow, and Fenion.
Quickly. Speak to Mistress Page. 80
Fenton. Good Mistress Page, for that I love youi
daughter
In such a righteous fashion as I do.
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
I must advance the colours of my love.
And not retire ; let me have your good will.
Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
Mrs. Page. I mean it not ; I seek you a better hus-
band.
Quickly. That 's my master, master doctor.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth
And bowl'd to death with turnips ! 90
Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself. — Good Mas-
ter Fenton,
I will not be your friend nor enemy ;
My daughter will I question how she loves you.
And as I find her, so am I affected.
Till then farewell, sir. She must needs go in ;
Her father will be angry.
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