ANNE.
I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?
SLENDER.
Truly, for mine own part I would little or nothing with you. Your father and my uncle hath made motions. If it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole. They can tell you how things go better than I can. You may ask your father. Here he comes.
Enter Page and Mistress Page.
PAGE
Now, Master Slender.—Love him, daughter Anne.—
Why, how now? What does Master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house.
I told you, sir, my daughter is disposed of.
FENTON.
Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
MISTRESS PAGE.
Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.
PAGE.
She is no match for you.
FENTON.
Sir, will you hear me?
PAGE.
No, good Master Fenton.—
Come, Master Shallow; come, son Slender, in.—
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, Master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender.]