Now whats the newes with you?
_Quic._ I come from misteris _{F}ord_ forsooth.
_Fal._ Misteris _Ford_, I haue had Ford inough,
_I_ haue bene throwne into the Ford, my belly is full
Of Ford: she hath tickled mee. 25
_Quic._ O Lord sir, she is the sorrowfullest woman that her seruants
mistooke, that euer liued. And sir, she would desire you of all
loues you will meet her once againe, to morrow sir, betweene ten and
eleuen, and she hopes to make amends for all.
_Fal._ Ten, and eleuen, saiest thou? 30
_Quic._ I forsooth.
_Fal._ Well, tell her Ile meet her. Let her but think
Of mans frailtie: Let her iudge what man is,
And then thinke of me. And so farwell.
_Quic._ Youle not faile sir? _Exit mistresse Quickly._ 35
_Fal._ _I_ will not faile. Commend me to her.
I wonder _I_ heare not of M. _Brooke_, _I_ like his
Mony well. By the masse here he is.
_Enter Brooke._
_For._ God saue you sir.
_{F}al._ Welcome good M. _Brooke_. You come to know how matters 40
goes.
_Ford._ Thats my comming indeed sir Iohn.
_Fal._ M. _Brooke_ I will not lye to you sir,
I was there at my appointed time.
_For._ And how sped you sir? 45
_Fal._ Verie ilfauouredly sir.
_For._ Why sir, did she change her determination?
_Fal._ No M. _Brooke_, but you shall heare. After we had kissed
and imbraced, and as it were euen amid the prologue of our incounter,
who should come, but the iealous knaue her husband, and a 50
rabble of his companions at his heeles, thither prouoked and
instigated by his distemper. And what to do thinke you? to search for
his wiues loue. Euen so, plainly so.
_For._ While ye were there?
_Fal._ Whilst I was there. 55
_For._ And did he search and could not finde you?
_Fal._ You shall heare sir, as God would haue it,
A litle before comes me one _Pages_ wife,
Giues her intelligence of her husbands
Approach: and by her inuention, and _Fords_ wiues 60
Distraction, conueyd me into a buck-basket.
_Ford._ A buck basket!
_Fal._ By the Lord a buck-basket, rammed me in
With foule shirts, stokins, greasie napkins,
That M. _Brooke_, there was a compound of the most 65
Villanous smel, that euer offended nostrill.
Ile tell you M. _Brooke_, by the Lord for your sake
I suffered three egregious d
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