Evans. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins [at the day of judgement]!
Caius. By gar, nor I too: there is no bodies.
190 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.
195 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, III. 3.
200 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 205 mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast: after, we’ll a-birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?
Ford. Any thing.
210 Evans. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.