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.
70 Fent. Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
Mrs Page. Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.
Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
Page.
No, good Master Fenton.