2 B. Do ye call these tricks.
Enter Higgen.
Hig. Have ye any Ends of Gold, or Silver?
2 B. This Fellow comes to mock us; Gold or Silver? cry Copper.
1 B. Yes, my good Friend, We have e'n an end of all we have.
Hig. 'Tis well Sir, You have the less to care for: Gold and Silver. [Exit.
Enter Prigg.
Pr. Have ye any old Cloaks to sell, have ye any old Cloaks to sell? [Exit.
1 B. Cloaks! Look about ye Boys: mine's gone!
2 B. A ——— juggle 'em? ——— O they're Prestoes: mine's gone too!