I pray send me an angel by the bearer, whether ye can come, or whether ye cannot.
Spend. What's the price of these two?
Wench. Half a crown, in truth.
Spend. Hold thee; there's an angel, and commend me to my delight; tell her I will not fail her, though I lose my freedom by't.
[Aside.
Wench. I thank you, sir. Buy any fine handkerchiefs?
[Exit Wench.
Long. You are taken, sir, extremely: what's the object?
Gera. She's wondrous fair.
Long. Nay, and your thoughts be on wenching, I'll leave you.
Gera. You shall not be so unfriendly; pray, assist me:
We'll to the shop, and cheapen stuffs or satins.