Love’s Labor’s Lost, [3.1.143-148]. Costard. “Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man buy for a remuneration?” Berowne. “O, what is a remuneration?” Costard. “Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing.” Berowne. “O, why then, three-farthing worth of silk.” Costard. “I thank your worship. God be wi’ you!”