David. I believe I haven’t six months to live. I want to make the most of those six months. If I have more I want to make the most of all the years. Begin!
Sir Brice. (Wipes his face with his handkerchief.) This is the first time I’ve played this game. We’d better arrange conditions.
David. There’s only one condition. We play till I’m beggared of every farthing I have, or till you’re beggared of them. Sit down!
Sir Brice. (Sits down.) Very well. (Pause.) What game?
David. The shortest.
Sir Brice. Simple cutting?
David. What you please. Begin!
Sir. Brice. There’s no hurry. I mean to have a night’s fun out of this.
David. Look at me. Don’t trifle with me! I want to have done with you. I want them to have done with you. I want to get them away from you. Quick! I want to know now—now—this very moment—whether they are yours or mine. Begin.
Sir Brice. (Shuffles the cards.) All right. What do we cut for?