Roger: Yes, child, and I tell you that will be plenty—run find the sack, the sack—hurry!
Lucy:
But—
Roger: The devil take you with your buts. Mr. Richly will return. Save yourself—hide, quickly. To the treasure. To the treasure.
(Exit Lucy)
We are about to have a nice explanation. Now to navigate your ship and bring it into port.
(Reenter Richly)
Richly: You see I wasn't long. I found my porters near here and I've told them to wait because it seems a good idea to store my goods in the house my son has bought.
Roger:
A new fix!
Richly: I don't recognize the place too well, so you can take me there yourself.
Roger;
I want to, sir, but—