Sim. How long would you have it?
Smith. But a fortnight; 'tis to buy stuff, I protest, sir.
Tim. Look you, being a neighbour, and born one for another——
Blood. Ha, villain, shalt have all!
Tim. There is five shillings upon't, which, at the fortnight's end, goodman File, you must make five shillings sixpence.
Smith. How, sir?
Tim. Nay, an' it were not to do you a courtesy——
Blood. Ha, boy!
Tim. And then I had forgot threepence for my bill; so there is four shillings and ninepence,[9] which you are to tender back five shillings sixpence, goodman File, at the end of the fortnight.
Smith. Well, an' it were not for earnest necessity——Ha, boys! I come, I come, you black rascals, let the cans go round. [Exit Smith.