Waspe. A pretty question, and a civil one! yes faith, I have my lading, you see, or shall have anon; you may know whose beast I am by my burden. If the pannier-man’s jack were ever better known by his loins of mutton, I’ll be flayed, and feed dogs for him when his time comes.
Winw. How melancholic mistress Grace is yonder! pray thee let’s go enter ourselves in grace with her.
Cokes. Those six horses, friend, I’ll have—
Waspe. How!
Cokes. And the three Jew’s-trumps; and half a dozen o’ birds, and that drum, (I have one drum already) and your smiths; I like that device of your smiths, very pretty well; and four halberts—and, let me see, that fine painted great lady, and her three women for state, I’ll have.
Waspe. No, the shop; buy the whole shop, it will be best, the shop, the shop!
Leath. If his worship please.
Waspe. Yes, and keep it during the Fair, Bobchin.
Cokes. Peace, Numps.—Friend, do not meddle with him, an you be wise, and would shew your head above board; he will sting thorough your wrought night-cap, believe me. A set of these violins I would buy too, for a delicate young noise I have in the country, that are every one a size less than another, just like your fiddles. I would fain have a fine young masque at my marriage, now I think on’t: But I do want such a number of things!—And Numps will not help me now, and I dare not speak to him.
Trash. Will your worship buy any gingerbread, very good bread, comfortable bread?