Fal.

Pr'ythee no more pratling; go, I'll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers; away, go; they say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death; away.

Quic.

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.

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. The same knave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever govern'd phrenzy. I will tell you, he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of a man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliah with a weaver's beam, Master Brook, since I pluckt geese, play'd truant, and whipt top, I knew not what 'twas 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 hands. Follow; strange things in hand, Master Brook; follow.