Tay. You say sooth sir.
Slip. Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for the
dubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, birladie
thirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony.
Tayl. Farwell sir.
Slip. Nay but stay Taylor.
Tayl. Why sir?
Slipper. Forget not this speciall mate,
Let my back parts bee well linde,
For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie, 1680
I tell thee Shoo-maker.
Shoe-ma. Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue?
Slip. A fine neate calues leather my friend.
Shoo. Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you.
Slip. I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I am Slipper, which
hath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins,
Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleather
mine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas,
she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow,
an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I 1690
haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannish
leather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies foote
in this contrey.