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A room in the Garter Inn.

Prithee, no more prattling; 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!

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

Away, I say; time wears: hold up
your head, and mince. [Exit Mrs Quickly.
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.

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

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.
I am in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you
all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese,
played truant and whipped 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 hand. Follow.
Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow.

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