WEALTH.
Do you not forget yourself, gaffer?
WIT.
Have ye not wares to sell, gaffer?
WILL.
When do you show, gaffer?
SIMPLICITY.
Well-rememb'red, pretty lad: ye may see children can teach old folks.
I am an unthrift, indeed. Well, my wares shall out now. But, sirs,
how sell you your wares? How many of these for a groat?
WEALTH.
Our wares are not to be sold.
SIMPLICITY.
Not for silver nor gold? Why hang they, then, in the open market?
WILL.
To be seen, not bought.
SIMPLICITY. Then they are like ripe plums upon a rich man's tree, that set men's teeth a-watering, when they are not to be bought. But what call you these things?
WIT.
Scutcheons.
SIMPLICITY. Cushions? Alas! it were pity to sit on such fine cushions. But come, my boys, if you'll buy any of my wares, here's my stall, and I'll open and show straight.