Thim. Why, an't please your highness, if I can't make up all the work I cut out, I shan't want journeymen enow to help me, I warrant you.
Bayes. Good again.
Pret. I am afraid thy journeymen, tho', Tom, won't work by the day.
Bayes. Good still.
Thim. However, if my wife sits but as I do, there will be no great danger: not half so much as when I trusted you, sir, for your coronation-suit.
Bayes. Very good, i'faith.
Pret. Why the times then liv'd upon trust; it was the fashion. You would not be out of time, at such a time as that, sure: a tailor, you know, must never be out of fashion.
Bayes. Right.
Thim. I'm sure, sir, I made your clothes in the court-fashion, for you never paid me yet.
Bayes. There's a bob for the court.[20]