LEATH. What do you lack, gentlemen, what is't you lack? a fine horse? a lion? a bull? a bear? a dog? or a cat? an excellent fine Bartholomew-bird? or an instrument? what is't you lack? QUAR. 'Slid! here's Orpheus among the beasts, with his fiddle and all! TRASH. Will you buy any comfortable bread, gentlemen? QUAR. And Ceres selling her daughter's picture, in ginger-work. WINW. That these people should be so ignorant to think us chapmen for them! do we look as if we would buy gingerbread, or hobby-horses? QUAR. Why, they know no better ware than they have, nor better customers than come: and our very being here makes us fit to be demanded, as well as others. Would Cokes would come! there were a true customer for them. KNOCK. [_to Edgworth._] How much is't? thirty shillings? Who's yonder! Ned Winwife and Tom Quarlous, I think! yes: (give me it all, give it me all.)--Master Winwife! Master Quarlous! will you take a pipe of tobacco with us?--Do not discredit me now, Zekiel. [_Edgworth gives him his purse._ WINW. Do not see him: he is the roaring horse-courser, pray thee let's avoid him: turn down this way. QUAR. 'Slud, I'll see him, and roar with him too, an he roared as loud as Neptune; pray thee go with me. WINW. You may draw me to as likely an inconvenience, when you please, as this. QUAR. Go to then, come along; we have nothing to do, man, but to see sights now. [_They advance to the booth._ KNOCK. Welcome, master Quarlous, and master Winwife; will you take any froth and smoke with us? QUAR. Yes, sir; but you'll pardon us if we knew not of so much familiarity between us afore. KNOCK. As what, sir? QUAR. To be so lightly invited to smoke and froth. KNOCK. A good vapour! will you sit down, sir? this is old Ursula's mansion; how like you her bower? Here you may have your punk and your pig in state, sir, both piping hot. QUAR. I had rather have my punk cold, sir. OVER. There's for me: punk! and pig! [_Aside._ URS. [_within._] What, Mooncalf, you rogue! MOON. By and by, the bottle is almost off, mistress; here, master Arthur. URS. [_within._] I'll part you and your play-fellow there, in the garded coat, an you sunder not the sooner. KNOCK. Master Winwife, you are proud, methinks, you do not talk, nor drink; are you proud? WINW. Not of the company I am in, sir, nor the place, I assure you. KNOCK. You do not except at the company, do you! are you in vapours, sir? MOON. Nay, good master Daniel Knockem, respect my mistress's bower, as you call it; for the honour of our booth, none o' your vapours here. _Enter URSULA with a fire-brand._ URS. Why, you thin, lean polecat you, an they have a mind to be in their vapours must you hinder 'em? What did you know, vermin, if they would have lost a cloke, or such trifle? must you be drawing the air of pacification here, while I am tormented within i' the fire, you weasel? [_Aside to Mooncalf._ MOON. Good mistress, 'twas in behalf of your booth's credit that I spoke.