Fal.

Pr'ythee, no more prattling:—go.—I'll hold^{5 note}
: This is the third time; I hope, good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go; they say, there is divinity in odd numbers^{6 note}
, either in nativity, chance, or death.—Away.

Quick.

I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do what I can to get you a pair of horns.

Fal.

Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince^{7 note}

Enter Ford. How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, at Herne's oak, and you shall see wonders.

Ford.

Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me you had appointed?

Fal.

I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man: but I came from her, master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you.—He beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle^{8 note}. I am in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master Brook. Since I plucked geese^{9 note}, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what it was to be beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange things of this knave Ford: on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand.—Follow: Strange things in hand, master Brook! follow.

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