desires among five thousand, and five hundred too. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Well, I promised you a dinner. Come, come, walk in the Park: I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you why I have done this. Come, wife; come, Mistress Page. I pray you, pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast: after, we'll a-birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so? Any thing. If there is one, I shall make two in the company. If dere be one or two, I shall make-a the turd. Pray you, go, Master Page. I pray you now, remembrance tomorrow on the lousy knave, mine host. Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart! A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries! I see I cannot get thy father's love; Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Alas, how then? Why, thou must be thyself. He doth object I am too great of birth--, And that, my state being gall'd with my expense, I seek to heal it only by his wealth: Besides these, other bars he lays before me, My riots past, my wild societies; And tells me 'tis a thing impossible I should love thee but as a property. 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 woo'd thee, Anne: Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags; And 'tis the very riches of thyself That now I aim at. Gentle Master Fenton, Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir: If opportunity and humblest suit Cannot attain it, why, then,--hark you hither! Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall speak for himself. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: 'slid, 'tis but venturing. Be not dismayed. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am afeard. Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you. I come to him. This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year! And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you. She's coming; to