rosse fortune that _I_ haue: begod I could cry for
verie anger.

_Page._ Why whats the matter sonne _{S}lender?_

_{S}len._ Sonne, nay by God _I_ am none of your son.

_Pa._ No, why so? 130

_{S}len._ Why so God saue me, tis a boy that I haue married.

_Page._ How, a boy? why did you mistake the word?

_{S}len._ No neither, for _I_ came to her in red as you bad me, and _I_
cried mum, and hee cried budget, so well as euer you heard, and I
haue married him. 135

_{S}ir Hugh._ Ieshu M. _{S}lender_, cannot you see but marrie boyes?

_Pa._ O _I_ am vext at hart, what shal I do?

_Enter {F}enton and Anne._

_Mis. {P}a._ Here comes the man that hath deceiued vs all:
How now daughter, where haue you bin?

_An._ At Curch forsooth. 140

_{P}a._ At Church, what haue you done there?

_Fen._ Married to me, nay sir neuer storme,
Tis done sir now, and cannot be vndone.

_{F}ord:_ Ifaith M. _Page_ neuer chafe your selfe,
She hath made her choise wheras her hart was fixt, 145
Then tis in vaine for you to storme or fret.

_Fal._ _I_ am glad yet that your arrow hath glanced.

_Mi. For._ Come mistris _Page_, Ile be bold with you,
Tis pitie to part loue that is so true.

_Mis. Pa._ Altho that I haue missed in my intent, 150
Yet _I_ am glad my husbands match was crossed,
Here M. _{F}enton_, take her, and God giue thee ioy.

_Sir Hu:_ Come M. _{P}age_, you must needs agree.

_{F}o._ I yfaith sir come, you see your wife is wel pleased:

_{P}a._ _I_ cannot tel, and yet my hart's well eased, 155
And yet it doth me good the Doctor missed.
Come hither _{F}enton_, and come hither daughter,
Go too you might haue stai'd for my good will,
But since your choise is made of one you loue,
Here take her _{F}enton_, & both happie proue. 160

_Sir. Hu._ _I_ wil also dance & eate plums at your weddings.

_For._ All parties pleased, now let vs in to feast,
And laugh at _{S}lender_ and the Doctors ieast.
He hath got the maiden, each of you a boy
To waite vpon you, so God giue you ioy, 165
And sir _Iohn Falstaffe_ now shal you keep your word,
For _Brooke_ this night shall lye with mistris _Ford_.

_Exit omnes._

NOTES: SCENE XVII

59: Tapers] Torches.
79: _so_] om.
93: _and_] _if_.