Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.

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Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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London :: Printed by Isaac Iaggard, and Ed. Blount [at the charges of W. Iaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithweeke, and W. Aspley],
1623.
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"Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A11954.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 8, 2024.

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Scoena Prima.
Enter Falstoffe, Quickly, and Ford.
Fal.

Pre'thee no more pratling: go, Ile hold, this is the third time: I hope good lucke lies in odde numbers: Away, go, they say there is Diuinity in odde Numbers, either in natiuity, chance, or death: away.

Qai.

Ile prouide you a chaine, and Ile do what I can to get you a paire of hornes.

Fall.

Away I say, time weares, hold vp your head & mince. How now M. Broome? Master Broome, the mat∣ter will be knowne to night, or neuer. Bee you in the Parke about midnight, at Hernes-Oake, 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 Broome) as you see, like a poore-old-man, but I came from her (Master Broome) like a poore-old-woman; that same knaue (Ford hir hus∣band) hath the sinest mad diuell of ealousie in him (Ma∣ster Broome) that euer gouern'd Frensie. I will tell you, he beate me greeuously, in the shape of a woman: (for in the shape of Man (Master Broome) I feare not Goliah with a Weauers beame, because I know also, life is a Shuttle) I am in hast, go along with mee, Ile tell you all (Master Broome:) since I pluckt Geese, plaide Trewnt, and whipt Top, I knew not what 'twas to be beaten, till lately. Follow mee, Ile tell you strange things of this knaue Ford, on whom to night I will be reuenged, and I will deliuer his wife into your hand. Follow, straunge things in hand (M. Broome) follow.

Exeunt.
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