Leath. Sir, I’ll make you silent, believe it.
Lit. I’d give a shilling you could, i’faith, friend. [Aside to Leatherhead.
Leath. Sir, give me your shilling, I’ll give you my shop, if I do not; and I’ll leave it in pawn with you in the mean time.
Lit. A match, i’faith; but do it quickly then.
[Exit Leatherhead.
Busy. [to Mrs. Purecraft.] Hinder me not, woman I was moved in spirit, to be here this day, in this Fair, this wicked and foul Fair; and fitter may it be called a Foul than a Fair; to protest against the abuses of it, the foul abuses of it, in regard of the afflicted saints, that are troubled, very much troubled, exceedingly troubled, with the opening of the merchandise of Babylon again, and the peeping of popery upon the stalls here, here, in the high places. See you not Goldylocks, the purple strumpet there, in her yellow gown and green sleeves? the profane pipes, the tinkling timbrels? a shop of relicks!
[Attempts to seize the toys.
Lit. Pray you forbear, I am put in trust with them.
Busy. And this idolatrous grove of images, this flasket of idols, which I will pull down—
[Overthrows the gingerbread basket.