Ros.
Only to part friends:
Curtsey, sweet hearts; and so the measure ends.
King. More measure of this measure; be not nice.
Ros. We can afford no more at such a price.
[224] King. Prize you yourselves: what buys your company?
Ros. Your absence only.
King.
225 That can never be.
Ros. Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu;