Re-enter Candido dressed as a Prentice.
Why how now, madman? what in your tricksi-coats?
Cand. O peace, good mistress.
Enter Crambo and Poh.
See, what you lack? what is’t you buy? pure calicoes, fine Hollands, choice cambrics, neat lawns: see what you buy? pray come near, my master will use you well, he can afford you a penny-worth.
Vio. Ay, that he can, out of a whole piece of lawn i’faith.
Cand. Pray see your choice here, gentlemen.
Vio. O fine fool! what, a madman! a patient madman! who ever heard of the like? Well, sir, I’ll fit you and your humour presently: what, cross-points? I’ll untie ’em all in a trice: I’ll vex you i’faith: boy, take your cloak, quick, come. [Exit with 1st Prentice.
Cand. Be covered, George, this chain and welted gown
Bare to this coat? then the world’s upside down.
Geo. Umh, umh, hum.