BUNNY. (to COCKLETOP) Be quiet, do! Sit down and have a quiet game of cards—that gentleman will play with you, I’m sure! (meaning TRIPTOLEMUS—pushes COCKLETOP into other chair of card table)
COCKLE. (shuffling the cards and addressing TRIPTOLEMUS, who pulls his wig still more over his eyes) What shall we play at, sir?
TRIPTOLE. (bewildered) Sir! (finding a red worsted comforter in the paletot wipes his face with it)
COCKLE. What say you to picquet? I’m rather partial to casino!
TRIPTOLE. Well, I went to one once; but I didn’t much like it.
CAPT. H. Ha, ha, ha! (laughing) Not bad. (TRIPTOLEMUS rises from his chair, and makes him a low bow)
COCKLE. (to TRIPTOLEMUS) Once more, sir, what shall it be?
TRIPTOLE. Don’t you think “Beat my neighbour out of doors,” rather a pretty game?
COCKLE. No, no; perhaps you won’t object to say cribbage?