Gera. She's here, sir, here.
[Points to his heart.
Long. Ud's pity! unbutton, man, thou'lt stifle her else.
Gera. Nay, good sir, will you go?
Long. With all my heart; I stay but for you.
Spend. Do you hear, sir?
Long. What say you?
Spend. Will you take it for thirteen?
Long. Not a penny more than I bid.
[Exeunt Geraldine and Longfield.
Spend. Why, then, say you might have had a good bargain. Where's this boy to make up the wares? Here's some ten pieces opened, and all to no purpose.
Enter Boy.