1021611Ford. Sir do you know Ford?

1023612Fal. Hang him poore cuckally knaue, I know (him not,

1024613And yet I wrong him to call him poore. For they

614Say the cuckally knaue hath legions of angels,

1026615For the which his wife seemes to me well fauored,

616And Ile vse her as the key of the cuckally knaues

1027617Coffer, and there's my randeuowes.

1029618Ford. Meethinkes sir it were very good that you(knew

1030619Ford, that you might shun hiM.

1031620Fal. Hang him cuckally knaue, Ile stare him

1032621Out of his wits, Ile keepe him in awe

622With this my cudgell: It shall hang like a meator

1033623Ore the wittolly knaues head, M. Brooke thou shalt

1034624See I will predominate ore the peasant,

1035625And thou shalt lie with his wife. M. Brooke

1037626Thou shalt know him for knaue and cuckold,

1038627Come to me soone at night.

1039629Ford. What a damned epicurian is this?

1041630My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid:

1051631Page is an Asse, a foole. A secure Asse,

1054632Ile sooner trust an Irishman with my

633Aquauita bottle, Sir Hu our parson with my cheese,

1055634A theefe to walk my ambling gelding, thẽ my wife

1056635With her selfe: then she plots, then she ruminates,

1057636And what she thinkes in her hart she may effect,

1058637Sheele breake her hart but she will effect it.

1059638God be praised, God be praised for my iealousie:

1060639Well Ile goe preuent him, the time drawes on,

1062640Better an houre too soone, then a minit too late,

1063641Gods my life cuckold, cuckold.

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