3d Mer. “But I'll give eighteen.”
2d Mer. “More fool you! Take him up, my girl.”
Christie. “Twenty-five is my price the day.”
3d Mer. “You will keep them till Sunday week and sell their bones.”
[Exeunt the three Merchants. Enter 4th Merchant.
4th Mer. “Are your fish sold? I'll give sixteen shillings.”
Christie. “I'm seeking twenty-five, an' I'm offered eighteen.”
4th Mer. “Take it.” [Exit.
Christie. “They hae putten their heads thegither.”
Here Flucker came up to her, and told her there was a Leith merchant looking for her. “And, Custy,” said he, “there's plenty wind getting up, your fish will be sair hashed; put them off your hands, I rede ye.”