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Pist. I do relent. What would thou more of man?

[Enter] Robin.

Rob. Sir, here’s a woman would speak with you.

Fal. Let her approach.

[Enter Mistress] Quickly.

Quick. Give your worship good morrow.

Fal. Good morrow, goodwife.

Quick. Not so, and’t please your worship.

Fal. Good maid then.

Quick.

I’ll be sworn,

As my mother was the first hour I was born.

Fal. I do believe the swearer. What with me?

Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman, and I’ll vouchsafe thee the hearing.

Quick. There is one Mistress Ford, sir—I pray come a little nearer this ways. I myself dwell with Master Doctor Caius—

Fal. Well, on. Mistress Ford, you say—

Quick. Your worship says very true. I pray your worship come a little nearer this ways.

Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears—mine own people, mine own people.

Quick. Are they so? [God] bless them and make them his servants!

Fal. Well; Mistress Ford, what of her?

Quick. Why, sir, she’s a good creature. Lord, Lord, your worship’s a wanton! Well—heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray—