Cram. That’s the shop, and there’s the fellow.
Poh. Ay, but the master is walking in there.
Cram. No matter, we’ll in.
Poh. ’Sblood, dost long to lie in limbo?
Cram. An limbo be in hell, I care not.
Cand. Look you, gentlemen, your choice: cambrics?
Cram. No, sir, some shirting.
Cand. You shall.
Cram. Have you none of this striped canvas for doublets?
Cand. None striped, sir, but plain.