Dia. With all my Soul—
Bea. That’s hearty—and we’ll do it—Ned and I here—and I love an Amour with an Adventure in’t like Amadis de Gaul—Harkye, Ned, get a Coach and six ready to night when ‘tis dark, at the back Gate—
Bred. And I’ll get a Parson ready in my Lodging, to which I have a Key through the Garden, by which we may pass unseen.
Bea. Good—Mun, here’s Company—
Enter Gayman with his Hat and Money in’t, Sir Cautious in a rage, Sir Feeble, Lady Fulbank, Leticia, Captain Noisey, Bellmour.
Sir Cau. A hundred Pound lost already! Oh Coxcomb, old Coxcomb, and a wise Coxcomb—to turn Prodigal at my Years, why, I was bewitcht!
Sir Feeb. Shaw, ‘twas a Frolick, Sir, I have lost a hundred Pound as well as you. My Lady has lost, and your Lady has lost, and the rest— what, old Cows will kick sometimes, what’s a hundred Pound?
Sir Cau. A hundred Pound! why, ‘tis a sum, Sir—a sum—why, what the
Devil did I do with a Box and Dice!
L. Ful. Why, you made a shift to lose, Sir? And where’s the harm of that? We have lost, and he has won; anon it may be your Fortune.
Sir Cau. Ay, but he could never do it fairly, that’s certain. Three hundred Pound! why, how came you to win so unmercifully, Sir?