Jac. You swear like a Turk, sir; but, take heed; for our prophet is a severe punisher of promise breakers.
Wild. Your prophet's a cavalier. I honour your prophet and his law, for providing so well for us lovers in the other world, black eyes, and fresh maidenheads every day: go thy way, little Mahomet; i'faith, thou shalt have my good word. But, by his favour, lady, give me leave to tell you, that we of the uncircumcised, in a civil way, as lovers, have somewhat the advantage of your mussulman.
Jac. The company are rejoined, and set to play; we must go to them. Adieu; and when you have a thought to throw away, bestow it on your servant Fatima.
[She goes to the company.
Wild. This lady Fatima pleases me most infinitely: Now am I got among the Hamets, the Zegrys, and the Bencerrages. Hey, what work will the Wildbloods make among the Cids and the Bens of the Arabians?
Beat. to Jac. False, or true, madam?
Jac. False as hell; but, by heaven, I'll fit him for't! Have you the high-running dice about you?
Beat. I got them on purpose, madam.
Jac. You shall see me win all their money; and when I have done, I'll return in my own person, and ask him for the money which he promised me.
Beat. 'Twill put him upon a strait to be surprised: But, let us to the table; the company stays for us.
[The company sit.
Wild. What is the ladies' game, sir?