Bub. No indeed, sir.
Scat. Pray, will you go?
Bub. I will go, sir, over the world for your sake, but in courtesy I will not budge a foot.
Enter Ninnihammer.
Nin. Here is the cash you sent me for: and, Master Rash, here is a letter from one of your sisters.
Spend. I have the dice; set, gentlemen.
Long. From which sister?
W. Rash. From the madcap, I know by the hand.
Spend. For me, six.
Omnes. And six that.