Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Diuide me like a brib'd‑Bucke, each a Haunch:
Fal. I will keepe my sides to my selfe, my shoulders for the
Fal. fellow of this walke; and my hornes I bequeath your
Fal. husbands. Am I a Woodman, ha? Speake I like Herne
Fal. the Hunter? Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience,
Fal. he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome.
M.Page. M.Page.
M.Page. Alas, what noise?
M.Ford. M.Ford.
M.Ford. Heauen forgiue our sinnes.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. What should this be?
M.Ford. M.Page. M.Ford. M.Page.
M.Ford. M.Page. Away, away.
Fal. I thinke the diuell wil not haue me damn'd,
Fal. Least the oyle that's in me should set hell on fire;
Fal. He would neuer else crosse me thus.
Fal. Enter Fairies.
Qui. Qui.