Spend. What lack you, gentlemen? fine stuffs, velvets, or satins? pray, come near.
Gera. Let me see a good satin.
Spend. You shall, sir. What colour?
Gera. Faith, I am indifferent. What colour most affects you, lady?
Gert. Sir!
Gera. Without offence, fair creature, I demand it.
Gert. Sir, I believe it; but I never did
Tie my affection unto any colour.
Gera. But my affection, fairest, is fast tied
Unto the crimson colour of your cheek.
Gert. You relish too much courtier, sir.
Long. What's the price of this?