Scat. Must you needs be gone?
W. Rash. Indeed I must.
Bub. Et tu quoque?
Long. Yes, truly.
Scat. At your discretions, gentlemen.
W. Rash. Farewell.
[Exeunt Rash and Longfield.
Staines. Cry you mercy, sir. I am chanced with you all. Gentlemen: here I have 7, here 7, and here 10.
Spend. 'Tis right, sir, and ten that.
Bub. And nine that.
Staines. Two fives at all.
[Draws all.