1 Prithee, no more prattling; go. I'll hold. This is 2 the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd 3 numbers. Away I go. They say there is divinity in 4 odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Away!
5 I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do what I can to 6 get you a pair of horns.
7 Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince. Exit MISTRESS QUICKLY Enter FORD 8 How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter 9 will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the 10 Park about midnight, at Herne's oak, and you shall 11 see wonders.
12 Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me 13 you had appointed?
14 I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor 15 old man: but I came from her, Master Brook, like a 16 poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, 17 hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, 18 Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell 19 you: he beat me grievously, in the shape of a 20 woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear 21 not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know 22 also life is a shuttle. I am in haste; go along 23 with me: I'll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I 24 plucked geese, played truant and whipped top, I knew 25 not what 'twas to be beaten till lately. Follow 26 me: I'll tell you strange things of this knave 27 Ford, on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I 28 will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. 29 Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow.