WASPE. Would I had been set in the ground, all but the head on me, and had my brains bowled at, or threshed out, when first I underwent this plague of a charge! QUAR. How now, Numps! almost tired in your protectorship? overparted, overparted? WASPE. Why, I cannot tell, sir, it may be I am; does it grieve you? QUAR. No, I swear does't not, Numps; to satisfy you. WASPE. Numps! 'sblood, you are fine and familiar: how long have we been acquainted, I pray you? QUAR. I think it may be remembered, Numps, that; 'twas since morning, sure. WASPE. Why, I hope I know't well enough, sir; I did not ask to be told. QUAR. No! why, then? WASPE. It's no matter why; you see with your eyes now, what I said to you to-day: you'll believe me another time? QUAR. Are you removing the Fair, Numps? WASPE. A pretty question, and a civil one! yes faith, I have my lading, you see, or shall have anon; you may know whose beast I am by my burden. If the pannier-man's jack were ever better known by his loins of mutton, I'll be flayed, and feed dogs for him when his time comes. WINW. How melancholic mistress Grace is yonder! pray thee let's go enter ourselves in grace with her. COKES. Those six horses, friend, I'll have-- WASPE. How! COKES. And the three Jew's-trumps; and half a dozen o' birds, and that drum, (I have one drum already) and your smiths; I like that device of your smiths, very pretty well; and four halberts--and, let me see, that fine painted great lady, and her three women for state, I'll have. WASPE. No, the shop; buy the whole shop, it will be best, the shop, the shop! LEATH. If his worship please. WASPE. Yes, and keep it during the Fair, Bobchin. COKES. Peace, Numps.--Friend, do not meddle with him, an you be wise, and would shew your head above board; he will sting thorough your wrought night-cap, believe me. A set of these violins I would buy too, for a delicate young noise I have in the country, that are every one a size less than another, just like your fiddles. I would fain have a fine young masque at my marriage, now I think on't: But I do want such a number of things!--And Numps will not help me now, and I dare not speak to him. TRASH. Will your worship buy any gingerbread, very good bread, comfortable bread? COKES. Gingerbread! yes, let's see. [_Runs to her shop._ WASPE. There's the t'other springe. LEATH. Is this well, goody Joan, to interrupt my market in the midst, and call away my customers? can you answer this at the Pie-poudres? TRASH. Why, if his mastership has a mind to buy, I hope my ware lies as open as another's; I may shew my ware as well as you yours. COKES. Hold your peace; I'll content you both: I'll buy up his shop, and thy basket. WASPE. Will you, i'faith? LEATH. Why should you put him from it, friend? WASPE. Cry you mercy! you'd be sold too, would you? what's the price on you, jerkin and all, as you stand? have you any qualities?