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GERA. Faith, no great serious affairs; only a stirring humour to walk, and partly to see the beauties of the city: but it may be you can instruct me. Pray, whose shop's this?
LONG. Why, 'tis Will Rash's father's: a man you are well acquainted with.
_Enter a_ WENCH _with a basket of linen_.
GERA. As with yourself: and is that his sister?
LONG. Marry, is it, sir?
GERA. Pray, let us walk: I would behold her better.
WENCH. Buy some coifs, handkerchiefs, or very good bonelace, mistress?
GERT. None.
WENCH. Will you buy any handkerchiefs, sir?
SPEND. Yes. Have you any fine ones?
WENCH. I'll show you choice: please you look, sir?
SPEND. How now! what news?
WENCH. Mistress Tickleman has sent you a letter, and expects your company at night: and entreats you to send her an angel, whether you can come, or whether you cannot.
[SPENDALL _reads_.
_Sweet rascal; if your love be as earnest as your protestation, you will meet me this night at supper: you know the rendezvous. There will be good company; a noise of choice fiddlers;[153] a fine boy with an excellent voice; very good songs, and bawdy; and, which is more, I do purpose myself to be exceeding merry; but if you come not, I shall pout myself sick, and not eat one bit to-night,_
_Your continual close friend_, NAN TICKLEMAN.
_I pray send me an angel by the bearer, whether ye can come, or whether ye cannot._
SPEND. What's the price of these two?
WENCH. Half a crown, in truth.
SPEND. Hold thee; there's an angel, and commend me to my delight; tell her I will not fail her, though I lose my freedom by't. [_Aside._
WENCH. I thank you, sir. Buy any fine handkerchiefs?
[_Exit_ WENCH.
LONG. You are taken, sir, extremely: what's the object?
GERA. She's wondrous fair.
LONG. Nay, and your thoughts be on wenching, I'll leave you.
GERA. You shall not be so unfriendly; pray, a.s.sist me: We'll to the shop, and cheapen stuffs or satins.
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?
SPEND. Fifteen,[154] indeed, sir.
LONG. You set a high rate on't; it had need be good.
SPEND. Good! if you find a better i' th' town, I'll give you mine for nothing. If you were my own brother, I'd put it into your hands. Look upon't; 'tis close-wrought, and has an excellent gloss.
LONG. Ay, I see't.
SPEND. Pray, sir, come into the next room: I'll show you that of a lower price shall perhaps better please you.
LONG. This fellow has an excellent tongue: sure, he was brought up in the Exchange.
SPEND. Will you come in, sir?
LONG. No; 'tis no matter, for I mean to buy none.
GERA. Prythee, walk in; what you bargain for, I'll discharge.
LONG. Say so? fall to your work, I'll be your chapman.
[_Exeunt_ SPENDALL, LONGFIELD.
GERA. Why do you say I flatter?
GERT. Why! you do; And so do all men when they women woo.
GERA. Who looks on heaven, and not admires the work?
Who views a well-cut diamond does not praise The beauty of the stone? if these deserve The name of excellent, I lack a word For thee, which merit'st more-- More than the tongue of man can attribute.
