Rob. I fear not that fate neither; but if I walk into your garden, I shall be tasting your sweets.
Jane. Taste sweetly, and welcome, sir; for there grows honesty, I can tell you.
Rob. I shall be plucking at your honesty.
Jane. By my honesty, but you shall not, sir: I'll hold you a handful of pennyroyal of that; i' faith, if you touch my honesty there, I'll make you eat sorrel to your supper, though I eat sullenwood[85] myself: no, sir, gather first time and sage, and such wholesome herbs, and honesty and heart's-ease will ripen the whilst.
Rob. You have fair roses, have you not.
Jane. Yes, sir, roses; but no gilliflowers.[86]
Brew. Go, go, and rest on Venus' violets:
Show her a dozen of bachelor's buttons, boy. [Exit Robert and Jane.
Here comes his father.
Enter Old Master Foster and his Wife.
Now, my kind partner, have we good news?
O. Fos. Sir, in a word take it: your full lading
And venture is return'd at sixtyfold increase.