M. Bon. ’Tis done, but you shall pay if you lose.
M. Ca. Here’s my hand, you shall have the Gloves if you winne.
M. Bon. I thinke they are started.
The Runners, after them the Gentlemen.
Omnes. A Teag, A Teag, make way for shame.
La. I hold any man forty peeces yet.
Venture. A hundred pound to ten! a hundred peeces to ten!
Will no man take me?
M. Bon. I hold you, Sir.
Ven. Well, you shall see. A Teag! a Teag! hey!
Tryer. Ha! Well run, Irish!