A street
Enter Knight and Jeweller’s Wife.
KNIGHT
It stands upon the frame of my reputation, I protest, lady.
JEWELLER’S WIFE
Lady: that word is worth an hundred angels at all times, for it cost more. If I live till tomorrow night, my sweet Pleasure, thou shalt have them.
KNIGHT
Could you not make ‘em a hundred and fifty, think you?
JEWELLER’S WIFE
I’ll do my best endeavour to multiply, I assure you.
KNIGHT
Could you not make ‘em two hundred?
JEWELLER’S WIFE
No, by my faith —
KNIGHT
Peace, I’ll rather be confin’d in the hundred and fifty.
JEWELLER’S WIFE
Come e’en much about this time, when taverns give up their ghosts, and gentlemen are in their first cast.
KNIGHT
I’ll observe the season.
JEWELLER’S WIFE
And do but whirl the ring o’ th’ door once about; my maidservant shall be taught to understand the language.
KNIGHT
Enough, my sweet Revenue.
JEWELLER’S WIFE
Good rest, my effectual Pleasure.