ANNE

The dinner is on the Table, my Father desires your worships company. Wil't please your worship to come in, Sir? The dinner attends you, Sir. I may not go in without your worship: they will not fit till you come. I pray you Sir walk in. I think there are, Sir, I herd them talked of. I indeed Sir. Not I Sir, pray you keep on. I pray you Sir. May be he tells you true. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come, Albeit I will confess, thy Father's wealth Was the first motive that I wooed thee (Anne:) Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more value Then stamps in Gold, or sums in sealed bags: And it's the very riches of thy self, That now I aim at. Gentle M. Fenton, Yet seek my Father's love, still seek it sir, If opportunity and humblest suit Cannot attain it, why then hark you hither. I come to him. This is my Father's choice: Oh what a world of vild ill-favoured faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year? Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool. Alas I had rather be set quick in that earth, And bowled to death with Turnips. Alas, how then? Good Master Shallow let him woo for him self. Now Master Slender. What is your will? I mean (M. Slender ) what would you with me? Pardon good father, good my mother pardon