Caius. If dere be one or two, I shall make-a the turd[. ]
Ford. Pray you, go, Master Page.
Evans. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
215 Caius. Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart!
Evans. A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries!
Exeunt.
[ III. 4 Scene IV.] A room in Page’s house.
Enter Fenton and Anne Page.
Fent. I see I cannot get thy father’s love;
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.