- cid
- bafkreigg5stxa3n64gkrnce6algw7tovtprsh4vs3ykg3lcwq5bnmzxury
- content_type
- image/jpeg
- filename
- 03_merry_wives_of_windsor_1905_page_0143.jpg
- height
- 1778
- key
- pdf-page-1769806505244-snfuqohalso
- page_number
- 143
- pdf_type
- born_digital
- size
- 300082
- text
- Scene V] Merry Wives of Windsor 137
Enter Fenton and Anne Page
How now, Master Fenton !
Anne. Pardon, good father ! — good my mother,
pardon !
Page. Now, mistress, how chance you went not
with Master Slender ?
Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor,
maid ?
Fenton. You do amaze her ; hear the truth of it.
You would have married her most shamefully,
Where there was no proportion held in love.
The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, 230
Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us.
The offence is holy that she hath committed ;
And this deceit loses the name of craft.
Of disobedience, or unduteous title.
Since therein she doth evitate and shun
A thousand irreligious cursed hours
Which forced marriage would have brought upon her.
Ford. Stand not amaz'd ; here is no remedy.
In love the heavens themselves do guide the state ;
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.
Fahtaff. I am glad, though you have ta'en a
special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath
glanced. 243
Page. Well, what remedy? — Fenton, heaven give
thee joy 1
What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd.
- text_extracted_at
- 2026-01-30T20:55:05.244Z
- text_extracted_by
- pdf-processor
- text_has_content
- true
- text_source
- born_digital
- uploaded
- true
- width
- 1084