Cokes. Gingerbread! yes, let’s see.
[Runs to her shop.
Waspe. There’s the t’other springe.
Leath. Is this well, goody Joan, to interrupt my market in the midst, and call away my customers? can you answer this at the Pie-poudres?
Trash. Why, if his mastership has a mind to buy, I hope my ware lies as open as another’s; I may shew my ware as well as you yours.
Cokes. Hold your peace; I’ll content you both: I’ll buy up his shop, and thy basket.
Waspe. Will you, i’faith?
Leath. Why should you put him from it, friend?
Waspe. Cry you mercy! you’d be sold too, would you? what’s the price on you, jerkin and all, as you stand? have you any qualities?
Trash. Yes, good man, angry-man, you shall find he has qualities if you cheapen him.