sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all
my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass,
pomander, [brooch,] table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove,
shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from [fasting]:
they [throng] who should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which
means I saw whose purse was best in [picture]; and what I
saw, to my good use I remembered. [My clown], who wants
but something to be a reasonable man, grew so in love with
the [wenches'] song, that he would not stir his pettitoes till