Act 3 - Scene 4
A room in PAGE'S house.
Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE
I see I cannot get thy father's love;
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.
Alas, how then?
Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object I am too great of birth,
And that, my state being gall'd with my
I seek to heal it only by his wealth:
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past,
my wild societies;
And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property.
May be he tells you true.
No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth
Was the first motive
that I woo'd thee, Anne:
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold or sums in
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.
Gentle Master Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir:
If opportunity and humblest suit
attain it, why, then, hark you hither!
They converse apart
Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and MISTRESS QUICKLY
Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall
speak for himself.
I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: 'slid, 'tis but
Be not dismayed.
No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that,
but that I am afeard.
Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you.
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