EDMUND. No, thanks.
AUSTIN. How's the game?
EDMUND. Rowdy. You're not watching it?
AUSTIN. No. I'm praying for it.
EDMUND. So far the gods have heard your prayer.
AUSTIN. Metherell hasn't. I hear he's playing his best game against us.
EDMUND. I'm no judge.
AUSTIN. Are you tired of it already?
EDMUND. I find it just a trifle wearing. Perhaps I'm tod old to appreciate a new sensation. The excitement's too concentrated. And the noise! I'm deafened.
AUSTIN. It's quiet enough in here. Those windows are double.