Enter KATE, SUE, TRIFLE, and GREEN, the latter with a large patch on his nose.
Kate. Assist us in this, my dear Trifle, and we ask no more.—The card we left at the Watchhouse will soon bring our sparks to demand satisfaction,—you and Green must act the parts of conciliators, and propose to end the affair in a game of cards; the insight you have given Green and us into all the arcana of play, will enable us, with the aid of the servant, to fleece them to admiration; thus we may pursue our plan, and cure them of this first of vices of Life in London, gaming! and save their fortune from those who may play for a less disinterested stake.
Trifle. I’faith you ought to be very much obliged to me, girls, pan hanour, for letting Green into the secret,—it cost me fiteen cool thousands, demme! but I’ll assist you.—Green, my dear fa-e-llow, take your post near the glass while they’re playing; and, by the number of fingers you hold up, we shall easily know how many honours they have, and every other particular.
Green. Vith the greatest of pleasure.—I suppose I may hold up my thumb as well as my fingers, may’nt I—because they may have five honours? you know!
Sue. Oh, certainly, Mr. Green—Ah, man, vain glorious man, how easily art thou duped?
Trifle. They come, you must mind your eye, pan hanour, Green.
Green. Oh, you shall find me quite avake—I’m glad I got avay and vas’nt taken to the vatchouse; I was forc’d to give half-a-crown though.
Enter TOM, JERRY, and LOGIC.
Tom. Where is this Sir Jeremy Brag? Oh, here you are, Sir—well met.
Trifle. Ah, my dear Tom, how are you?