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The better that it pleases your good worship to ask. [125]

FENTON
What news? How does pretty Mistress Anne?

QUICKLY
In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle, and one that is your
friend − I can tell you that by the way, I praise heaven for it.

FENTON
Shall I do any good, think’st thou? Shall I not lose [130] my suit?

QUICKLY
Troth, sir, all is in His hands above; but notwith-standing, Master Fenton, I’ll

be sworn on a book she loves you. Have not your worship a wart above your
eye?

FENTON
Yes, marry, have I; what of that? [135]

QUICKLY
Well, thereby hangs a tale. Good faith, it is such another Nan; but, I detest,
an honest maid as ever broke bread; we had an hour’s talk of that wart − I

shall never laugh but in that maid’s company! − but, indeed, she is given too
much to allicholy and musing; but for [140] you − well − go to.

FENTON
Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there’s money for thee: let me have thy
voice in my behalf; if thou seest her before me, commend me.

QUICKLY
Will I? I’ faith, that we will; and I will tell your [145] worship more of the wart

the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers.

FENTON
Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.