Page 2568 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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your arrow hath glanced.
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Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy!
What cannot be eschew’d must be embrac’d.
FALSTAFF
When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chas’d.
MISTRESS PAGE
Well, I will muse no further. Master Fenton, [225]
Heaven give you many, many merry days!
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this sport o’er by a country fire,
Sir John and all.
FORD
Let it be so. − Sir John,
To Master Brook you yet shall hold your word, [230]
For he to-night shall lie with Mistress Ford.
Exeunt.
