Gay. Oh, the Devil will not lose a Gamester of me, you see, Sir.
Sir Cau. The Devil!—mark that, Gentlemen—
Bea. The Rogue has damn’d luck sure, he has got a Fly—
Sir Cau. And can you have the Conscience to carry away all our Money,
Sir?
Gay. Most assuredly, unless you have the courage to retrieve it. I’ll set it at a Throw, or any way: what say you, Gentlemen?
Sir Feeb. Ods bobs, you young Fellows are too hard for us every way, and I’m engag’d at an old Game with a new Gamester here, who will require all an old Man’s stock.
L. Ful. Come, Cousin, will you venture a Guinea? Come, Mr. Bredwel.
Gay. Well, if no body dare venture on me, I’ll send away my Cash—
[They all go to play at the Table, but Sir Cau. Sir Feeb. and Gay.
Sir Cau. Hum—must it all go?—a rare sum, if a Man were but sure the
Devil wou’d but stand Neuter now— [Aside.
—Sir, I wish I had any thing but ready Money to stake: three hundred
Pound—a fine Sum!