Speaker of the Prologue. Methinks “The Knight of the Burning Pestle” were better.
Citizen's Wife. I’ll be sworn, husband, that’s as good a name as can be.
Citizen. Let it be so.—Begin, begin; my wife and I will sit down.
Speaker of the Prologue. I pray you, do.
Citizen. What stately music have you? You have shawms?
Speaker of the Prologue. Shawms! No.
Citizen. No! I’m a thief, if my mind did not give me so. Ralph plays a stately part, and he must needs have shawms: I’ll be at the charge of them myself, rather than we’ll be without them.
Speaker of the Prologue. So you are like to be.
Citizen. Why, and so I will be: there’s two shillings;—[Gives money.]—let’s have the waits of Southwark; they are as rare fellows as any are in England; and that will fetch them all o’er the water with a vengeance, as if they were mad.
Speaker of the Prologue. You shall have them. Will you sit down, then?
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