Adol. That shall be the Jack.
Ber. Very well, let it be so; but I say let the Bowls be alike.
Adol. They are as like as two Peas. Take which you please, it's all one to me.
Ber. Bowl away.
Adol. Hey-day, you whirl your Bowl as if your Arm was a Sling.
Ber. You have bit your Lip, and whirled your Bowl long enough: Come bowl away. A strong Bowl indeed, but I am best.
Adol. If it had not been for that mischievous Bit of a Brick-bat there, that lay in my Way, I had beat you off.
Ber. Stand fair.
Adol. I won't cheat: I intend to beat you, by Art, and not to cheat ye, since we contend for the Prize of Honour: Rub, rub.
Ber. A great Cast in Troth.