TRASH. Yes, good man, angry-man, you shall find he has qualities if you cheapen him. WASPE. Od's so, you have the selling of him! What are they, will they be bought for love or money? TRASH. No indeed, sir. WASPE. For what then, victuals? TRASH. He scorns victuals, sir; he has bread and butter at home, thanks be to God! and yet he will do more for a good meal, if the toy take him in the belly; marry then they must not set him at lower ends, if they do, he'll go away, though he fast; but put him a-top o' the table, where his place is, and he'll do you forty fine things. He has not been sent for, and sought out for nothing, at your great city-suppers, to put down Coriat and Cokely, and been laughed at for his labour; he'll play you all the puppets in the town over, and the players, every company, and his own company too; he spares nobody. COKES. I'faith? TRASH. He was the first, sir, that ever baited the fellow in the bear's skin, an't like your worship: no dog ever came near him since. And for fine motions! COKES. Is he good at those too? can he set out a masque, trow? TRASH. O lord, master! sought to far and near for his inventions; and he engrosses all, he makes all the puppets in the Fair. COKES. Dost thou, in troth, old velvet jerkin? give me thy hand. TRASH. Nay, sir, you shall see him in his velvet jerkin, and a scarf too at night, when you hear him interpret master Littlewit's motion. COKES. Speak no more, but shut up shop presently, friend, I'll buy both it and thee too, to carry down with me; and her hamper beside. Thy shop shall furnish out the masque, and her's the banquet: I cannot go less, to set out any thing with credit. What's the price, at a word, of thy whole shop, case and all as it stands? LEATH. Sir, it stands me in six and twenty shillings seven-pence halfpenny, besides three shillings for my ground. COKES. Well, thirty shillings will do all, then! and what comes yours to? TRASH. Four shillings and eleven-pence, sir, ground and all, an't like your worship. COKES. Yes, it does like my worship very well, poor woman; that's five shillings more: what a masque shall I furnish out, for forty shillings, twenty pound Scotch, and a banquet of gingerbread! there's a stately thing! Numps? sister?--and my wedding gloves too! that I never thought on afore! All my wedding gloves gingerbread? O me! what a device will there be, to make 'em eat their fingers' ends! and delicate brooches for the bridemen and all! and then I'll have this poesie put to them, _For the best grace_, meaning mistress Grace, my wedding poesie. GRACE. I am beholden to you, sir, and to your Bartholomew wit. WASPE. You do not mean this, do you? Is this your first purchase? COKES. Yes, faith: and I do not think, Numps, but thou'lt say, it was the wisest act that ever I did in my wardship. WASPE. Like enough! I shall say any thing, I! _Enter EDGWORTH, NIGHTINGALE and People, followed, at a distance, by OVERDO._