Cokes. Speak no more, but shut up shop presently, friend, I’ll buy both it and thee too, to carry down with me; and her hamper beside. Thy shop shall furnish out the masque, and her’s the banquet: I cannot go less, to set out any thing with credit. What’s the price, at a word, of thy whole shop, case and all as it stands?
Leath. Sir, it stands me in six and twenty shillings seven-pence halfpenny, besides three shillings for my ground.
Cokes. Well, thirty shillings will do all, then! and what comes yours to?
Trash. Four shillings and eleven-pence, sir, ground and all, an’t like your worship.
Cokes. Yes, it does like my worship very well, poor woman; that’s five shillings more: what a masque shall I furnish out, for forty shillings, twenty pound Scotch, and a banquet of gingerbread! there’s a stately thing! Numps? sister?—and my wedding gloves too! that I never thought on afore! All my wedding gloves gingerbread? O me! what a device will there be, to make ’em eat their fingers’ ends! and delicate brooches for the bridemen and all! and then I’ll have this poesie put to them, For the best grace, meaning mistress Grace, my wedding poesie.
Grace. I am beholden to you, sir, and to your Bartholomew wit.
Waspe. You do not mean this, do you? Is this your first purchase?
Cokes. Yes, faith: and I do not think, Numps, but thou’lt say, it was the wisest act that ever I did in my wardship.
Waspe. Like enough! I shall say any thing, I!
Enter EDGWORTH, NIGHTINGALE and People, followed, at a distance, by OVERDO.