ime. Now my loue 100
Is so grounded vpon her, that without her loue
I shall hardly liue.

_Fal._ Haue you importuned her by any means?

_Ford._ No neuer sir.

_Fal._ Of what qualitie is your loue then? 105

_Ford._ Ifaith sir, like a faire house set vpon
Another mans foundation.

_Fal._ And to what end haue you vnfolded this to me?

_For._ O sir, when I haue told you that, I told you all:
For she sir stands so pure in the firme state 110
Of her honestie, that she is too bright to be looked
Against: Now could I come against her
With some detection, I should sooner perswade her
From her marriage vow, and a hundred such nice
Tearmes that sheele stand vpon. 115

_Fal._ Why would it apply well to the veruensie of your affection,
That another should possesse what you would enjoy?
Meethinks you prescribe verie preposterously
To your selfe.

_For._ No sir, for by that meanes should I be certaine of that 120
which I now misdoubt.

_Fal._ Wel M. _Brooke_, Ile first make bold with your mony,
Next, giue me your hand. Lastly, you shall
And you will, enioy _Fords_ wife.

_Foord._ O good sir. 125

_Fal._ M. _Brooke_, I say you shall.

_For._ Want no mony syr _Iohn_, you shall want none.

_Fal._ Want no misteris _Ford_ M. _Brooke_,
You shall want none. Euen as you came to me,
Her spokes mate, her go between parted from me: 130
I may tell you M. _Brooke_, I am to meet her
Betweene 8 and 9, for at that time the Iealous
Cuckally knaue her husband wil be from home,
Come to me soone at night, you shall know how
I speed M. _Brooke_. 135

_Ford._ Sir do you know _Ford?_

_Fal._ Hang him poore cuckally knaue, I know him not,
And yet I wrong him to call him poore. For they
Say the cuckally knaue hath legions of angels,
For the which his wife seemes to me well fauored, 140
And Ile vse her as the key of the cuckally knaues
Coffer, and there's my randeuowes.

_Foord._ Meethinkes sir it were good that you knew
_Ford_, that you might shun him.

_Fal._ Hang him cuckally knaue, Ile stare him 145
Out of his wits, Ile keepe him in awe
With this my cudgell: It shall hang like a meator
Ore the wittolly knaues head, M. _Brooke_ thou shalt
See I will predominate ore the peasant,
And thou shal