MISTRESS PAGE.
You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford.
FORD.
Ay, ay; I must bear it.
EVANS.
If there be anypody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment!
CAIUS.
Be gar, nor I too; there is nobodies.
PAGE.
Fie, fie, Master Ford, are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not ha’ your distemper in this kind for the wealth of Windsor Castle.
FORD.
’Tis my fault, Master Page. I suffer for it.
EVANS.
You suffer for a pad conscience. Your wife is as honest a ’omans as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too.
CAIUS.
By gar, I see ’tis an honest woman.
FORD.
Well, I promised you a dinner. Come, come, walk in the park. I pray you pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you why I have done this. Come, wife, come, Mistress Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray heartily, pardon me.
PAGE.
Let’s go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we’ll mock him. I do invite you tomorrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we’ll a-birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?