Fal.

Pr'ythee no more pratling; go, I'll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lyes 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 mid-night, 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 jealousie in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy. 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; because I know also life is a shuttle; I am in haste; go along with me, I'll tell you all, 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 reveng'd, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow; strange things in hand, master Brook; follow.

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