Touch. jun. O, nothing now; all that I wish is present:
I’d have a wedding-ring made for a gentlewoman
With all speed that may be.
Yel. Of what weight, sir?
Touch. jun. Of some half ounce, stand fair
And comely with the spark of a diamond;
Sir, ’twere pity to lose the least grace.
Yel. Pray, let’s see it. (Takes stone from Touchwood junior.)
Indeed, sir ’tis a pure one.
Touch. jun. So is the mistress.