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- 88 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iii
Ford. 'T is my fault, Master Page ; I suffer for it. 220
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 't is an honest woman.
Ford. Well, I promised you a dinner. — Come,
come J 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. 229
Page. Let 's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me, we '11
mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to
my house to breakfast. After, we '11 a-birding to-
gether ;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 dere be one or two, I shall make-a de
tird.
Ford. Pray you, go, Master Page. 240
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 1 \Exeunt.
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