Moth, follow.
[Exit]
MOTH Like the sequel, I. Signior Costard, adieu.
COSTARD My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew!
[Exit MOTH]
Now will I look to his remuneration. Remuneration!
O, that's the Latin word for three farthings: three
farthings--remuneration.--'What's the price of this
inkle?'--'One penny.'--'No, I'll give you a
remuneration:' why, it carries it. Remuneration!
why, it is a fairer name than French crown. I will
never buy and sell out of this word.
[Enter BIRON]
BIRON O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met.
COSTARD Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man
buy for a remuneration?
BIRON What is a remuneration?
COSTARD Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing.
BIRON Why, then, three-farthing worth of silk.
COSTARD I thank your worship: God be wi' you!
BIRON Stay, slave; I must employ thee:
As thou wilt win my favour, good my knave,
Do one thing for me that I shall entreat.
COSTARD When would you have it done, sir?
BIRON This afternoon.
COSTARD Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well.
BIRON Thou knowest not what it is.
COSTARD I shall know, sir, when I have done it.
BIRON Why, villain, thou must know first.
COSTARD I will come to your worship to-morrow morning.
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