Plume. Come hither, pretty maid.
Rose. Will you please to buy, sir?
Wor. Yes, child, we'll both buy.
Plume. Nay, Worthy, that's not fair; market for yourself—Come, child, I'll buy all you have.
Rose. Then all I have is at your service.
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Wor. Then must I shift for myself, I find.
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Plume. Let me see; young and tender, you say.