FORD.
Anything.
EVANS.
If there is one, I shall make two in the company.
CAIUS.
If there be one or two, I shall make-a the turd.
FORD.
Pray you go, Master Page.
[Exeunt all but Evans and Caius.]
EVANS.
I pray you now, remembrance tomorrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
CAIUS.
Dat is good, by gar, with all my heart.
EVANS.
A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries!
[Exeunt.]