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.