Over. Ha, sweet nature! what goshawk would prey upon such a lamb? [Aside.
Knock. Let’s see what ’tis, Zekiel; count it, come, fill him to pledge me
Enter WINWIFE and QUARLOUS.
Winw. We are here before them, methinks.
Quar. All the better, we shall see them come in now.
Leath. What do you lack, gentlemen, what is’t you lack? a fine horse? a lion? a bull? a bear? a dog? or a cat? an excellent fine Bartholomew-bird? or an instrument? what is’t you lack?
Quar. ’Slid! here’s Orpheus among the beasts, with his fiddle and all!
Trash. Will you buy any comfortable bread, gentlemen?
Quar. And Ceres selling her daughter’s picture, in ginger-work.