X. 25 Of these fellowes that smels like Bucklers-berie,
In simple time, but I loue thee,
And none but thee.
Mis. For. Sir Iohn, I am afraid you loue misteris Page.
Fal. I thou mightest as well saie
30 I loue to walke by the Counter gate,
Which is as hatefull to me
As the reake of a lime kill.
Enter Mistresse Page.
Mis. Pa. Mistresse Ford, Mis. Ford, where are you?