Since therein she doth evitate and shun Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy. What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd. Fal. When night-dogs' run, all sorts of deer are chas'd. Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no farther.-Master Heaven give you many, many merry days.- To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. [Exeunt. |