Trice. Cinque and quatre: My cinque I play here, sir; my quatre here, sir: Now for you, sir: But first I'll drink to you, sir; upon my faith I'll do you reason, sir: Mine was thus full, sir! Pray mind your play, sir:—Size ace I have thrown: I'll play 'em at length, sir.
—Will you, sir? Then you have made a blot sir; I'll try if I can enter: I have hit you, sir.
—I think you can cog a dye, sir.
—I cog a dye, sir? I play as fair as you, or any man.
—You lie, sir.
—How! lie, sir? I'll teach you what 'tis to give a gentleman the lie, sir.
[Throws down the tables.
[They all laugh and discover themselves.
Isa. Is this your serious business?
Trice. O you rogue, are you there? You are welcome, huswife; and so are you, Constance, Fa tol de re tol de re la. [Claps their backs.