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Caius. Ver is mistress Page? by gar, I am cozen'd, I ha*
one garsoon, a boy; one pesant, by gar; a boy; it is not Anne Page; by gar, i am cozen'd.
Mrs. Page. Why? did you not take her in green?
Enter Fenton, and Anne Page.
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 ?
Fent. You do amaze her. Hear the truth of it.
Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanc’d.
Page. Well, what remedy? Finton, heav’n give thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac’d.
Eva. [to Fenton afide.] I will dance, and eat plums at your wedding
Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chac’d.
Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further. Master Fenton, Heav'n give you many, many merry days ! Good hufband, let us every one go home, And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire, Sir John and all.
Ford. Let it be so; — fir John, To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; For he, to-night, shall lye with mistress Ford. [Exeunt omnes.