Go too you might haue stai’d for my good will,
But since your choise is made of one you loue,
160 Here take her Fenton, & both happie proue.
Sir. Hu. I wil [also] dance & eate plums at your weddings.
For. All parties pleased, now let vs in to feast,
And laugh at Slender and the Doctors ieast.
He hath got the maiden, each of you a boy
165 To waite vpon you, so God giue you ioy,
And sir Iohn Falstaffe now shal you keep your word,
For Brooke this night shall lye with mistris Ford.