MERCATORE.
O no, lack some pretty fine toy, or some fantastic new knack;
For da gentlewomans in England buy much tings for fantasy.
You pleasure a me, sir, vat me mean a dere buy?
GERONTUS.
I understand you, sir: but keep touch with me, and I'll bring you
to great store,
Such as I perceive you came to this country for;
As musk, amber, sweet powders, fine odours, pleasant perfumes,
and many such toys,
Wherein I perceive consisteth that country gentlewomen's joys.
Besides, I have diamonds, rubies, emerands, sapphires, smaradines,
opals, onacles, jacinths, agates, turquoise, and almost of all
kind of precious stones,
And many mo fit things to suck away money from such green-headed wantons.
MERCATORE.
Faith-a, my good friend, me tank you most heartly alway.
Me shall a content your debt within this two or tree day.
GERONTUS.
Well, look you do keep your promise, and another time you shall
command me.
Come, go we home, where our commodities you may at pleasure see.
[Exeunt.
Enter CONSCIENCE, _with brooms at her back, singing as followeth:
New brooms,[211] green brooms, will you buy any?
Come, maidens, come quickly, let me take a penny.
My brooms are not steeped,
But very well-bound:
My brooms be not crooked,
But smooth-cut and round.
I wish it should please you
To buy of my broom,
Then would it well ease me,
If market were done.
Have you any old boots,
Or any old shoon;
Pouch-rings or buskins
To cope for new broom?
If so you have, maidens,
I pray you bring hither,
That you and I friendly
May bargain together.