Jer. It is so, and in War too; these Arts have each their respective Laws: There are some Arts that are very unfair ones.
Nic. I believe so too, and more than seven too. Mark the Bounds with a Shell, or Brick-bat, or with your Hat if you will.
Jer. I'd rather do it with yours.
Nic. Take the Ball again.
Jer. Throw it; score it up.
Nic. We have two good wide Goals.
Jer. Pretty wide, but they are not out of Reach.
Nic. They may be reach'd if no Body hinders it.
Jer. O brave, I have gone beyond the first Goal. We are fifteen. Play stoutly, we had got this too, if you had stood in your Place. Well, now we are equal.
Nic. But you shan't be so long. Well, we are thirty; we are forty five.