Gum. O, there's no fear of that, though he that these call master had my neck in a slip. These are Ditty's, and these Budget's; they gave 'um me to hold a little; but I'll carry 'um to the Flying Horse, and change 'um for a cup of Helicon, which will in half an hour make me able to repay the paltry rhymes in heroic verse.
Bris. Come, shall we join together? we three are able to sponge up all the ale i' th' city, and raise the price of malt.
Gum. A match; as far as these will go, I'm for you.
Heath. And when they're gone, we'll drink our very shirts out, and then pawn ourselves too. [Exeunt.
SCENE XII.
Enter Jenniting and Curds.
Jen. Was he a butcher, say you?
Curds. Ay, and called me his pretty lamb and his sweetbread; told me he would meet me here two hours ago, and promised me mountains; but bid me I should not tell you on't.
Jen. They are mere rogues, very jugglers; they have cheated us both. Just so did the shoemaker do to me.
Curds. He has got my box of milled sixpences and Harry groats: the gilded scissors that were given me for a New Year's gift, and my bodkin and thimble.