y that; and we will
yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease
will scarce obey this medicine.

_Mrs Ford._ Shall we send that foolish carrion, Mistress 170
Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water;
and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment?

_Mrs Page._ We will do it: let him be sent for to-morrow,
eight o'clock, to have amends. 175

_Re-enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS._

_Ford._ I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged
of that he could not compass.

_Mrs Page._ [_Aside to Mrs Ford_] Heard you that?

_Mrs Ford._ You use me well, Master Ford, do you?

_Ford._ Ay, I do so. 180

_Mrs Ford._ Heaven make you better than your
thoughts!

_Ford._ Amen!

_Mrs Page._ You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford.

_Ford._ Ay, ay; I must bear it. 185

_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.

_Page._ Fie, fie, Master Ford! are you not ashamed? 190
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 195
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 200
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 to-morrow morning to my 205
house to breakfast: after, we'll a-birding together; I have
a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?

_Ford._ Any thing.

_Evans._ If there is one, I shall make two in the company. 210

_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.

_Caius._ Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart! 215

_Evans._ A lo