Fal. gell: it shall hang like a Meteor ore the Cuckolds horns:
Fal.
to me soone at night: Ford's a knaue, and I will aggra
Fal.
uate his stile: thou (Master Broome) shalt know him for
Ford. heart is ready to cracke with impatience: who saies this is
Ford. thought this? see the hell of hauing a false woman: my
Ford. bed shall be abus'd, my Coffers ransack'd, my reputati
Ford. on gnawne at, and I shall not onely receiue this villainous