Tr. My Lord, I hold as much.
L. Bon. Not so.
Tr. Forty pounds to twenty.
L. Bon. Done, done.
M. Bon. You ha’ lost all, my Lord, and it were a Million.
L. Bon. In your imagination, who can helpe it?
La. Venture had the start, and keepes it.
L. Bon. Gentlemen, you have a fine time to triumph,
’Tis not your oddes that makes you win.
Within—Venture! Venture!
[Exeunt Men.
Julietta. Shall we venture nothing o’ th’ horses?
What oddes against my Lord?