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We want tooles, Gentlemen, to furnish the trade:
they weare out day and night, they weare out till no mettle
bee left in their backe; wee heare of two or three new
Wenches are come vp with a Carrier, and your old
Goshawke here is flying at them.

And faith, what flesh haue you at home?

Ordinary Dishes, by my troth, sweet men, there's
few good i'th Cittie; I am as well furnisht as any, and tho
I say it, as well custom'd.

We haue meates of all sorts of dressing; we haue
stew'd meat for your Frenchmen, pretty light picking meat
for your Italian, and that which is rotten roasted, for Don
Spaniardo.

A pox on't.

We haue Poulterers ware for your sweet bloods, as
Doue, Chickin, Ducke, Teale, Woodcocke, and so forth: and
Butchers meat for the Cittizen: yet Muttons fall very bad
this yeere.

Stay, is not that my patient Linnen Draper yonder,
and my fine yong smug Mistris, his wife?

Sirra Grannam, Ile giue thee for thy fee twenty
crownes, if thou canst but procure me the wearing of yon
veluet cap.

You'd weare another thing besides the cap. Y'are a
Wag.

Twenty crownes? we'll share, and Ile be your pully
to draw her on.

Doo't presently; we'll ha some sport.

Wheele you about, sweet men: doe you see, Ile cheapen
wares of the man, whilest Bots is doing with his wife.

Too't: if we come into the shop to doe you grace,
wee'll call you Madam.

Pox a your old face, giue it the badge of all scuruy
faces, a Masque.

What is't you lacke, Gentlewoman? Cambricke or
Lawnes, or fine Hollands? Pray-draw neere, I can sell you a
penny-worth.

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Some Cambricke for my old Lady.

Cambricke? you shall, the purest thred in Millan.

Saue you, Signior Candido.

How does my Noble Master? how my faire Mistris?

My Worshipfull good Seruant, view it well, for 'tis
both fine and euen.

Cry you mercy, Madam, tho mask'd, I thought it
should be you by your man. Pray' Signior, shew her the best,
for she commonly deales for good ware.

Then this shall fit her, this is for your Ladiship.

A word, I pray, there is a waiting Gentlewomon of
my Ladies: her name is Ruyna, saies she's your Kinswoman,
and that you should be one of her Aunts.

One of her Aunts? troth sir, I know her not.

If it please you to bestow the poore labour of your
legs at any time, I will be your conuoy thither?

I am a Snaile, sir, seldome leaue my house, if't please
her to visit me, she shall be welcome.

Doe you heare? the naked troth is: my Lady hath
a yong Knight, her sonne, who loues you, y'are made, if you
lay hold vpont: this Iewell he sends you.

Sir, I returne his loue and Iewell with scorne; let
goe my hand, or I shall call my husband. You are an arrant
Knaue.

What, will she doe?

Doe? they shall all doe if Bots sets vpon them once,
she was as if she had profest the trade, squeamish at first, at
last I shewed her this Iewell, said, a Knight sent it her.

Is't gold, and right stones?

Copper, Copper, I goe a fishing with these baites.

She nibbled, but wud not swallow the hooke because
the Cunger-head her husband was by: but shee bids the
Gentleman name any afternoone, and she'll meet him at her
Garden house, which I know.

Is this no lie now?

Dam me if—

Oh prethee stay there.

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The twenty crownes, sir.

Before he has his worke done? but on my Knightly
word, he shall pay't thee.