Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fen. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Fen. Enter Falstoffe, Quickly, and Ford.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Pre'thee no more pratling: go, Ile hold, this is
Fal. the third time: I hope good lucke lies in odde numbers:
Fal. Away, go, they say there is Diuinity in odde Numbers,
Fal. either in natiuity, chance, or death: away.
Qui. Qui.
Qui. Ile prouide you a chaine, and Ile do what I can
Qui. to get you a paire of hornes.
Fall. Fall.
Fall. Away I say, time weares, hold vp your head &
Fall. mince. How now M Broome? Master Broome, the mat
Fall. ter will be knowne to night, or neuer. Bee you in the
Fall. Parke about midnight, at Hernes‑Oake, and you shall
Fall. see wonders.
Ford. Ford.
Ford. Went you not to her yesterday (Sir) as you told
Ford. me you had appointed?