Quick. Will I? i’ faith, that [we will]; and I will tell your worship more of the wart the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers.
145 Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.
Quick. Farewell to your worship. [Exit Fenton.] Truly, an honest gentleman: but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne’s mind as well as another does. —Out upon’t! what have I forgot? Exit.
[ACT II.]
[ II. 1 Scene I.] Before Page’s house.
Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.
Mrs Page. What, have [I] scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see. Reads:
‘Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason 5 for his [physician], he admits him not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more am I; go to, then, there’s sympathy: you are merry, so am I; ha, ha! then there’s more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; would [you] desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,—[at the least], if the love of [soldier] can suffice,—that 10 I love thee. I will not say, pity me,—’tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love me. By me,
Thine own true knight,
By day or night,