Bride. What is your pleasure with me?
Cand. Marry, wife,
I have intent; and you see this stripling here,
He bears good will and liking to my trade,
And means to deal in linen.
Lod. Yes, indeed, sir, I would deal in linen, if my mistress like me so well as I like her.
Cand. I hope to find him honest, pray; good wife, look that his bed and chamber be made ready.
Bride. You’re best to let him hire me for his maid.
I look to his bed? look to’t yourself.
Cand. Even so?
I swear to you a great oath—
Lod. Swear, cry Zounds!—
Cand. I will not—go to, wife—I will not—
Lod. That your great oath?
Cand. Swallow these gudgeons!