Er. But what shall we play for?
Gas. He that is beat shall make and repeat extempore a Distich, in Praise of him that beat him.
Er. With all my Heart.
Gas. Shall we toss up who shall go first?
Er. Do you go first if you will, I had rather go last.
Gas. You have the better of me, because you know the Ground.
Er. You're upon your own Ground.
Gas. Indeed I am better acquainted with the Ground, than I am with my Books; but that's but a small Commendation.
Er. You that are so good a Gamester ought to give me Odds.
Gas. Nay, you should rather give me Odds; but there's no great Honour in getting a Victory, when Odds is taken: He only can properly be said to get the Game, that gets it by his own Art; we are as well match'd as can be.