Cokes. Pardon me, sir; first come first serv’d; and I’ll buy the whole bundle too.
Winw. That conveyance was better than all, did you see’t? he has given the purse to the ballad-singer.
Quar. Has he?
Edg. Sir, I cry you mercy, I’ll not hinder the poor man’s profit; pray you, mistake me not.
Cokes. Sir, I take you for an honest gentleman, if that be mistaking; I met you to-day afore: ha! humph! O Lord! my purse is gone, my purse, my purse, my purse!
Waspe. Come do not make a stir, and cry yourself an ass thorough the Fair afore your time.
Cokes. Why, hast thou it, Numps? good Numps, how came you by it, I marle?
Waspe. I pray you seek some other gamester to play the fool with; you may lose it time enough, for all your Fair wit.
Cokes. By this good hand, glove and all, I have lost it already if thou hast it not; feel else, and mistress Grace’s handkerchief too, out of the t’other pocket.
Waspe. Why, ’tis well, very well, exceeding pretty and well.