For Dame Fortune’s a jade that one never can trust;
She may smile on our labors, but one[597] always must
Keep both eyes wide open—your play,[598]—mine again,—
Or he’ll pay[599] for his confidence, fifty to ten.
Pshaw! don’t[600] be faint-hearted—another deal, try;
Now don’t swear,—what’s the use? You may win by and by:
Why! what are these?[601] Jewels? Your dead wife’s, you say?
You’ll stake them against all I’ve won here to-day?
You’ve nothing but these? All’s lost?—(the end’s near!)[602]
Well, put the stones there;[603] why, how white you appear!