Jer. What, Sesterces?
Nic. No.
Jer. What then?
Nic. Numbers.
Jer. What signifies Numbers, if you have nothing to pay?
Nic. We have gotten this Game.
Jer. You are a little too hasty; you reckon your Chickens before they are hatch'd. I have seen those lose the Game that have had so many for Love. War and Play is a meer Lottery. We have got thirty, now we are equal again.
Nic. This is the Game Stroke. O brave! we have got the better of you.
Jer. Well, but you shan't have it long; did I not say so? We are equally fortunate.
Nic. Fortune inclines first to one side, and then to t'other, as if she could not tell which to give the Victory to. Fortune, be but on our Side, and we'll help thee to a Husband. O rare! She has answer'd her Desire, we have got this Game, set it up, that we mayn't forget.