Mrs. Page.
[Aside to Mrs. Ford.] Heard you that?

Mrs. Ford.
[Aside to Mrs. Page.] Ay, ay, peace.—­
You use me well, Master Ford, do you?

Ford. 
Ay, I do so.

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.

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 judgment!

Caius. 
Be gar, nor I too; there is no bodies.

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.

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, 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 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.

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.

Evans. 
I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow 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.]

Scene 4.  A room in page’s house.

[Enter Fenton, Anne page, and mistress quickly.  Mistress quickly stands apart.]

Fenton. 
I see I cannot get thy father’s love;
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.

Anne. 
Alas! how then?

Fenton. 
Why, thou must be thyself. 
He doth object, I am too great of birth;
And that my state being gall’d with my expense,
I seek to heal it only by his wealth. 
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past, my wild societies;
And tells me ’tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property.