Brass. When I find it begins to do me mischief, I'll give it you again. But I must have a wedding-suit.
Dick. Well.
Brass. Some good lace.
Dick. Thou shalt.
Brass. A stock of linen.
Dick. Enough.
Brass. Not yet——a silver sword.
Dick. Well, thou shalt have that too. Now thou hast every thing.
Brass. God forgive me, I forgot a ring of remembrance; I wou'd not forget all these favours for the world: a sparkling diamond I will be always playing in my eye, and put me in mind of them.