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[Enter Fenton and Anne Page.]

How now, Master Fenton?

Anne.

Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!

Page. Now, mistress, how chance you went not with Master Slender?

Mrs. Page.

Why went you not with Master Doctor, maid?

Fent.

You do amaze her. Hear the truth of it.

You would have married her most shamefully,

Where there was no proportion held in love.

The truth is, she and I (long since contracted)

Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us.

Th’ offense is holy that she hath committed,

And this deceit loses the name of craft,

Of disobedience, or unduteous title,

Since therein she doth evitate and shun

A thousand irreligious cursed hours

Which forced marriage would have brought upon her.

Ford.

Stand not amaz’d; here is no remedy.

In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state;

Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanc’d.

Page.

Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy!