Fal. Well, come Misteris Ford, Misteris Ford.
Quic. I sir, and as they say, she is not the first
40 Hath bene led in a fooles paradice.
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:
45 Qu. I forsooth, for then her husband goes a birding,
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