SLENDER.
I’ll make a shaft or a bolt on ’t. ’Slid, ’tis but venturing.
SHALLOW.
Be not dismayed.
SLENDER.
No, she shall not dismay me. I care not for that, but that I am afeard.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Hark ye, Master Slender would speak a word with you.
ANNE.
I come to him.
[Aside.] This is my father’s choice.
O, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.
[They talk aside.]
SHALLOW.
[To Slender.] She’s coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
SLENDER.
I had a father, Mistress Anne; my uncle can tell you good jests of him.—Pray you, uncle, tell Mistress Anne the jest how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
SHALLOW.
Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.