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 That neuer leaues her husband till she haue driuen him out at doores, with a wet paire of eyes, Then lookes he as if his house were a fire, Or some of his freends dead.

Ard. speaks thou this of thine owne experience,

Fer. Perhaps I, perhaps no: For my wyfe is as other women are, that is to say, gouerned by the Moone.

Fran. By the Moone, how I pray thee?

Fer. Na thereby lyes a bargane. And you shall not haue it fresh and fasting.

Ard. Yes I pray thee good ferryman.

Fer. Then for this once, let it be midsommer Moone, But yet my wyfe as another moone.

Fran. Another Moone.

Fer. I, and it hath influences, and Eclipses.

Ard. Why then by this reconing, you somtimes Play the man in the Moone.

Fer. I but you had not best to meddle with that moone Least I scratch you by the face, with my bramble bush,

Ard. I am almost stifled with this fog, come lets away

Fran. And sirra as we go, let vs haue som more of your bolde yeomandry.

Fer. Nay by my troth sir, but flat knauery.

Sha. Oh Will where art thou?

Wil. Here shakbag, almost in hels mouth, Where I can not see my way for smoake.

Sha. I pray thee speake still, that we may mete by the sound, for I shall fall into some ditche or other, vnles my feete see better then my eies.

Wil. Didest thou euer see better weather to runne away with another mans wife, or play with a wenche at potfinger.

shak. No this were a fine world for chandlers, If this weather would last, for then a man should