Brain. You would not venture a wager of ten pounds, that you are not mistaken?
Wood. It is done: I will lay you.
Brain. Who shall be judge?
Wood. Who better than your wife? She cannot be partial, because she knows not on which side you have laid.
Brain. Content.—Come hither, lady mine: Whose lodgings are these? who is lord, and grand seignior of them?
Mrs Brain. [Aside.] Oh, goes it there?—Why should you ask me such a question, when every body in the house can tell they are 'nown dear's?
Brain. Now are you satisfied? Children and fools, you know the proverb—
Wood. Pox on me! nothing but such a positive coxcomb as I am, would have laid his money upon such odds; as if you did not know your own lodgings better than I, at half a day's warning! And that which vexes me more than the loss of my money, is the loss of my adventure!
[Exit.
Brain. It shall be spent: We will have a treat with it. This is a fool of the first magnitude.
Mrs Brain. Let my own dear alone, to find a fool out.