Host. They shall have my horses; but I’ll make them pay; I’ll sauce them: they have had my [house] a week at 10 command; I have turned away my other guests: they must [come off]; I’ll sauce them. Come.
Exeunt.
[ IV. 4 Scene IV.] A room in Ford’s house.
Enter Page, Ford, Mistress Page, Mistress Ford, and Sir Hugh Evans.
Evans. ’Tis one of the best discretions of a [’oman] as ever I did look upon.
Page. And did he send you both these letters at an instant?
5 Mrs Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
Ford. Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt;
I rather will suspect the sun with [cold]
Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honour stand,