Hear. No.
Pot. Good sir.
Hear. No, keep it and hoard it up;
My purse is no safe place for it.
Pot. Let me
Request you that you would be pleas'd to take it.
Hear. Alas! 'twould only trouble me: I can
As willingly go light as be your treasurer.
Pot. Good Master Slicer, speak to him to take it.
Sweet Master Shape, join with him.[122]
Slicer. Nay, be once
O'errul'd by a woman.
Shape. Come, come; you shall take it.
Pot. Nay, faith you shall. Here, put it up, good sir.
Hear. Upon entreaty, I'm content for once;
But make no custom of't. You do presume
Upon my easy foolishness: 'tis that
Makes you so bold. Were it another man,
He ne'er would have to do with you. But mark me—
If e'er I find you in this mood again,
I'll dash your hopes of marriage for ever.