amned in hell for swearing
to Gentlemen your good souldiers and tall fellowes: and when mistrisse
_Briget_ lost the handle of her Fan, I tooked on my ho- thou
hadst it not.

_Pis._ Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteene pence? 10

_Fal._ Reason you rogue, reason.
Doest thou thinke {I}le indanger my soule gratis?

In briefe, hang no more about mee, I am no gybit for you. A short
knife and a throng to your manner of pickt hatch, goe. Youle not
beare a Letter for me you rogue you: you stand vpon your honor. 15
Why thou vnconfinable basenesse thou, tis as much as I can do to
keepe the termes of my honor precise. I, I my selfe sometimes, leauing
the feare of God on the left hand, am faine to shuffel, to filch and
to lurch. And yet you stand vpon your honor, you rogue. You,
you. 20

_Pis._ I do recant: what woulst thou more of man?

_Fal._ Well, gotoo, away, no more.

_Enter Mistresse Quickly._

_Quic._ Good you god den sir.

_Fal._ Good den faire wife.

_Quic._ Not so ant like your worship. 25

_Fal._ Faire mayd then.

_Quic._ That I am Ile be sworne, as my mother was
The first houre I was borne.
Sir I would speake with you in priuate.

_Fal._ Say on I prethy, heeres none but my owne houshold. 30

_Quic._ Are they so? Now God blesse them, and make them his
seruants.
Syr I come from Mistresse _Foord_.

_Fal._ So from Mistresse _Foord_. Goe on.

_Quic._ I sir, she hath sent me to you to let you 35
Vnderstand she hath receiued your Letter,
And let me tell you, she is one stands vpon her credit.

_Fal._ Well, come Misteris _Ford_, Misteris _Ford_.

_Quic._ I sir, and as they say, she is not the first
Hath bene led in a fooles paradice. 40

_Fal._ Nay prethy be briefe my good she _Mercury_.

_Quic._ Mary sir, sheed haue you meet her betweene eight and nine.

_Fal._ So betweene eight and nine:

_Qu._ I forsooth, for then her husband goes a birding, 45

_Fal._ Well commend me to thy mistris, tel her
I will not faile her: Boy giue her my purse.

_Quic._ Nay sir I haue another arant to do to you
From misteris _Page:_

_Fal._ From misteris _Page_? I prethy what of her? 50

_Qu._ By my troth _I_ think you work by {I}nchantments,
Els they could neuer loue you as they doo:

_Fal._ Not _I_, _I_ assure t