[Puts down his Hat of Money, and each of em take a Box and Dice, and kneel on the Stage, the rest come about ‘em.
Sir Cau. He that comes first to One and thirty wins—
[They throw and count.
L. Ful. What are you playing for?
Sir Feeb. Nothing, nothing—but a Trial of Skill between an old Man and a Young—and your Ladyship is to be Judge.
L. Ful. I shall be partial, Sir.
Sir Cau. Six and five’s Eleven— [Throws, and pulls the Hat towards him.
Gay. Cater Tray—Pox of the Dice—
Sir Cau. Two fives—one and twenty— [Sets up, pulls the Hat nearer.
Gay. Now, Luck—Doublets of sixes—nineteen.