Jerry. (Walks about, and, by mistake, takes Logic’s hat). Damn the cards!
Sue. (To Jerry). Come, sir, never be downhearted, bad luck now, better another time.
Jerry. Indeed! I’m not going to try, though.
Kate. Very sorry, Mr. Corinthian—shall be happy to give you your revenge some other evening!
Log. Well, Tom, are you clean’d out?
Tom. Clean’d out! both sides; look here—pockets to let!—here have been two playing four; and we have stood the nonsense in prime style.
Log. Well, don’t grumble—every one must pay for his learning—and you wouldn’t bilk the schoolmaster, would you? But come, I’m getting merry; so if you wish for a bit of good truth, come with me, and let’s have a dive among the Cadgers in the Back Slums, in the Holy Land.
Jerry. Back Slums—Holy Land!—I’m at fault again.
Log. Why, among the beggars in Dyot Street, St. Giles’s.
Tom. Beggars! ah, we shall be very good figures for the part. (Turning out his pockets).