CRE. O, this simplicity! He does not know Yet what an ordinary means. [_Aside._] I was now coming To have paid it in. SHAPE. I'll save your worship that Labour, an't please you. Let me now begin My bailiffship. CRE. 'Snigs, wiser yet than so. Where is thy master? SHAPE. Sir, my master's here, I thank my stars; but Master Caster is At an horse-race some ten miles off. CRE. Why, then, I'll stay till he returns: 'twill be by dinner. SHAPE. Your best way's now to send it: if by chance The race go on his side, your worship may Fail of your purchase. CRE. 'Snigs, and that's considerable. Here, here, make haste with it; but, ere thou goest, Tell me, is it a pretty thing? SHAPE. O' my corporal oath, A very pretty thing. Besides the house, Orchards, and gardens, some two hundred acres Of land that beareth as good country corn-- God give you luck on't! CRE. Right, as I did say, Ev'n word by word. But prythee, stay a little; What meadow-ground's there? Pasture in proportion? SHAPE. As you would wish, sir, I'm in haste. CRE. Nay, bailiff, But one word more, and I have done: what place Is there to dry wet linen in? SHAPE. O, twenty, To hang up clothes or anything you please; Your worship cannot want line-room. God be wi' you! CRE. But this once, and-- SHAPE. I must be gone--The race! [_Exit_ SHAPE. CRE. Little think'st thee, how diligent thou art To little purpose. 'Snigs, I pity him: What haste he makes to cheat himself, poor fool! Now I am safe, the wretch must pardon me For his poor tenement; all's mine. I'll sow One ground or other every month with pease; And so I will have green ones all the year. These yeomen have no policy i' th' world. [_Exit._ SCENE III. PRISCILLA, MEANWELL. PRIS. Pray y', entertain yourself awhile, until I give my mistress notice of your presence. I'd leave a book with you, but that I see You are a gentleman: perhaps you'll find Some pretty stories in the hangings there. MEAN. Thank you, sweetheart. PRIS. A very proper man! [_Aside._ If't lie in me to do you any pleasure, Pray you, sir, use me; you shall find me ready. [_Exit_ PRISCILLA. MEAN. I make no doubt of that. These implements, These chamber-properties are such ripe things, They'll fall with the least touch: from twelve to twenty They think that others are to sue to them; When once they've pass'd these limits, they make bold-- I cannot say to woo, that's something modest-- But ask downright themselves. _Enter_ MISTRESS JANE. JANE. Leave us, Priscilla, And wait without awhile.