Rider. Twenty pounds to fifteene.
Lord Bonvile. ‘Tis done we’e.
Fairefield. Forty pounds to thirty.
Lord Bonvile. Done, done. Ile take all oddes.
Tryer. My Lord, I hold as much.
Lord Bonvile. Not so.
Tryer. Forty pounds to twenty.
Lord Bonvile. Done, done.
Mistress Bonavent. You ha lost all, my Lord, and it were a Million.
Lord Bonvile. In your imagination, who can helpe it?
Mistress Bonavent. Venture hath the start and keepes it.
Lord Bonvile. 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?
Mistress Caroll. Silke stockings.
Julietta. To a paire of perfum’d gloves I take it.
Mistress Caroll. Done!
Mistress Bonavent. And I as much.
Julietta. Done with you both.
Mistress Caroll. Ile have ‘em Spanish sent.
Julietta. The Stockings shal be Scarlet: if you choose
Your sent, Ile choose my colour.