. The comedies of William Shakespeare . Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay; peace.—You use me well, Mas-ter Ford, do you. Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than yourthoughts. Ford. Amen. Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, MasterFord. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Evans. If there pe anypody in the house, and in thechampers, and in the coffers, and in the presses. Heav-en forgive my sins at the day of judgment. Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is nobodies. Page. Fie, fie. Master Ford ! are you not ashamed ?What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? Iwould not have your distemper i
. The comedies of William Shakespeare . Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay; peace.—You use me well, Mas-ter Ford, do you. Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than yourthoughts. Ford. Amen. Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, MasterFord. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Evans. If there pe anypody in the house, and in thechampers, and in the coffers, and in the presses. Heav-en forgive my sins at the day of judgment. Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is nobodies. Page. Fie, fie. Master Ford ! are you not ashamed ?What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? Iwould not have your distemper in this kind for thewealth of Windsor Castle. Ford. Tis my fault. Master Page; I suffer for it. Evans. You suffer for a pad conscience. Your wifeis as honest a omans as I will desires among fivethousand, and five hundred too. Caius. By gar, I see tis an honest woman. Ford. W^ell, I promised you a dinner. Come, come,walk in the park. I pray you, pardon me; I will here-after make known to you why I have done this. Come,. / ^u:^ ^1,,- [i
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