Enter Anne Page, with wine; Mistress Ford and Mistress Page, following.
170 Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we’ll drink within.
Slen. O heaven! this is Mistress Anne Page.
Page. How now, Mistress Ford!
Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well I. 1.
175 met: by your leave, good mistress. [Kisses her.]
Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner: come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
[Exeunt all except Shal., Slen., and Evans.]
Slen. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book 180 of Songs and Sonnets here.