“Who 'll sell it? Haukyn can go to the Fair.”
“'T is no safe token for a beggar to bear,” quoth Haukyn; “hold me excused. Men know me in Chester.”
“Peddler can go to the Fair,” said Nicholas; “he 's no outlawed man.”
“True!” agreed Symme. “And peddler knows to chaffer. Fifteen pound, peddler.”
“Or more,” said Haukyn.
“Who will take the horn from the maid?” asked Nicholas.
“I,” Haukyn answered him. “I found an old cow's horn yester morn; methought 't might prove a treasure. I 'll slip out one and slip in t' other.”
They chuckled.
“When she knoweth her loss, what then?” asked Symme.
“I 'll woo her prettily,” said Nicholas, “till she forget.”