Ford.  Marry, sir, we’ll bring you to Windsor, to one Master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander:  over and above that you have suffered, I think to repay that money will be a biting affliction.

Mrs. Ford. 
Nay, husband, let that go to make amends;
Forget that sum, so we’ll all be friends.

Ford. 
Well, here’s my hand:  all is forgiven at last.

Page.  Yet be cheerful, knight; thou shalt eat a posset tonight at my house; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee.  Tell her, Master Slender hath married her daughter.

Mrs. Page. [Aside] Doctors doubt that; if Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, Doctor Caius’ wife.

[Enter slender.]

Slender. 
Whoa, ho! ho! father Page!

Page. 
Son, how now! how now, son! have you dispatched?

Slender. 
Dispatched!  I’ll make the best in Gloucestershire know on’t;
would I were hanged, la, else!

Page. 
Of what, son?

Slender.  I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and she’s a great lubberly boy:  if it had not been i’ the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me.  If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir! and ’tis a postmaster’s boy.

Page. 
Upon my life, then, you took the wrong.

Slender.  What need you tell me that?  I think so, when I took a boy for a girl.  If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman’s apparel, I would not have had him.

Page. 
Why, this is your own folly.  Did not I tell you how you should
know my daughter by her garments?

Slender.  I went to her in white and cried ‘mum’ and she cried ‘budget’ as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster’s boy.

Evans. 
Jeshu!  Master Slender, cannot you see put marry poys?

Page. 
O I am vexed at heart:  what shall I do?

Mrs. Page.  Good George, be not angry:  I knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married.

[Enter doctor caius.]

Caius.  Vere is Mistress Page?  By gar, I am cozened; I ha’ married un garcon, a boy; un paysan, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page; by gar, I am cozened.

Mrs. Page. 
Why, did you take her in green?

Caius. 
Ay, by gar, and ’tis a boy:  by gar, I’ll raise all Windsor.

[Exit.]

Ford. 
This is strange.  Who hath got the right Anne?

Page. 
My heart misgives me; here comes Master Fenton.

[Enter Fenton and Anne page.]