Slen. [Whoa], ho! ho, father Page!
170 Page. Son, how now! how now, son! have you dispatched?
Slen. Dispatched!—I’ll make the best in Gloucestershire know on’t; would I were hanged, la, else!
Page. Of what, son?
V. 5.
175 Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and she’s a great lubberly boy. If it had not been [i’ the] church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir!—and ’tis a postmaster’s boy.
180 Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong.
Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl. If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman’s apparel, I would not have had him.
Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you 185 how you should know my daughter by her garments?
Slen. I went to her in [white], and cried ‘mum,’ and she cried ‘budget,’ as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster’s boy.
Mrs Page. Good [George], be not angry: I knew of 190 your purpose; turned my daughter [into] [green]; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married.