SLENDER.
Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Gloucestershire.
SHALLOW.
He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
SLENDER.
Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a squire.
SHALLOW.
He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
ANNE.
Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
SHALLOW.
Marry, I thank you for it, I thank you for that good comfort.—She calls you, coz; I’ll leave you.
ANNE.
Now, Master Slender.
SLENDER.
Now, good Mistress Anne.
ANNE.
What is your will?
SLENDER.
My will? ’Od’s heartlings, that’s a pretty jest indeed! I ne’er made my will yet, I thank heaven. I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.