Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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M.Ford. Mistris Page is come with me (sweet hart.)
Fal. Fal.
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. 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.