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     Enter 
     SIR JOHN FALSTAFF and 
     MISTRESS QUICKLY. 
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     Enter 
     SIR JOHN FALSTAFF and 
     MISTRESS QUICKLY. 
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     FALSTAFF 
     Prithee, no more prattling. Go. I’ll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.  5 
    Away. |  
     FALSTAFF 
     Prithee, no more prattling. Go. I’ll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.  5 
    Away. | 
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     MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     I’ll provide you a chain, and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. |  
     MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     I’ll provide you a chain, and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. | 
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     FALSTAFF 
     Away, I say! Time wears. Hold up your head, and mince. 
       MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     
      exits. 
      
     Enter 
     FORD disguised as 
     BROOK. 
      10 
    How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter will be known tonight or never. Be you in the park about midnight, at Herne’s oak, and you shall see wonders. |  
     FALSTAFF 
     Away, I say! Time wears. Hold up your head, and mince. 
       MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     
      exits. 
      
     Enter 
     FORD disguised as 
     BROOK. 
      10 
    How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter will be known tonight or never. Be you in the park about midnight, at Herne’s oak, and you shall see wonders. | 
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     FORD 
    , 
    
      as 
     BROOK 
     Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as  15 
    you told me you had appointed? |  
     FORD 
    , 
    
      as 
     BROOK 
     Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as  15 
    you told me you had appointed? | 
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     FALSTAFF 
     I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man, but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of  20 
    jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you, he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver’s beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in  25 
    haste. Go along with me; I’ll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what ’twas to be beaten till lately. Follow me. I’ll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom tonight I will be revenged,  30 
    and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow. |  
     FALSTAFF 
     I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man, but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of  20 
    jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you, he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver’s beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in  25 
    haste. Go along with me; I’ll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what ’twas to be beaten till lately. Follow me. I’ll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom tonight I will be revenged,  30 
    and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow. | 
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     They exit. 
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     They exit. 
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| Original Text | Modern Text | 
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     Enter 
     SIR JOHN FALSTAFF and 
     MISTRESS QUICKLY. 
     |  
     Enter 
     SIR JOHN FALSTAFF and 
     MISTRESS QUICKLY. 
     | 
|  
     FALSTAFF 
     Prithee, no more prattling. Go. I’ll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.  5 
    Away. |  
     FALSTAFF 
     Prithee, no more prattling. Go. I’ll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.  5 
    Away. | 
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     MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     I’ll provide you a chain, and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. |  
     MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     I’ll provide you a chain, and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. | 
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     FALSTAFF 
     Away, I say! Time wears. Hold up your head, and mince. 
       MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     
      exits. 
      
     Enter 
     FORD disguised as 
     BROOK. 
      10 
    How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter will be known tonight or never. Be you in the park about midnight, at Herne’s oak, and you shall see wonders. |  
     FALSTAFF 
     Away, I say! Time wears. Hold up your head, and mince. 
       MISTRESS QUICKLY 
     
      exits. 
      
     Enter 
     FORD disguised as 
     BROOK. 
      10 
    How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter will be known tonight or never. Be you in the park about midnight, at Herne’s oak, and you shall see wonders. | 
|  
     FORD 
    , 
    
      as 
     BROOK 
     Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as  15 
    you told me you had appointed? |  
     FORD 
    , 
    
      as 
     BROOK 
     Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as  15 
    you told me you had appointed? | 
|  
     FALSTAFF 
     I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man, but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of  20 
    jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you, he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver’s beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in  25 
    haste. Go along with me; I’ll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what ’twas to be beaten till lately. Follow me. I’ll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom tonight I will be revenged,  30 
    and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow. |  
     FALSTAFF 
     I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man, but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of  20 
    jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you, he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver’s beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in  25 
    haste. Go along with me; I’ll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what ’twas to be beaten till lately. Follow me. I’ll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom tonight I will be revenged,  30 
    and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow. | 
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     They exit. 
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     They exit. 
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