Nic. We shall sweat less, if we play at Tennis.
Jer. Let's let Nets alone to Fishermen; it's prettier to catch it in our Hands.
Nic. Well, come on, I don't much Matter; but how much shall we play for?
Nic. But I had rather spare my Corps than my Money.
Jer. And I value my Corps more than my Money: We must play for something, or we shall never play our best.
Nic. You say true.
Jer. Which Hand soever shall get the first three Games, shall pay the sixth Part of a Groat to the other; but upon Condition that what's won shall be spent among all the Company alike.
Nic. Well, I like the Proposal; come done, let's chuse Hands; but we are all so equally match'd, that it's no great Matter who and who's together.
Jer. You play a great Deal better than I.
Nic. But for all that, you have the better Luck.