COCKLE. (aside) He’s got a paletot uncommonly like mine. (throwing out two cards for the crib—TRIPTOLEMUS, who watches him, does the same—COCKLETOP then cuts the cards) Now, sir, it’s for you to turn up.
TRIPTOLE. (bothered) Turn up! Suppose you turn up first, sir, and let me see how you do it.
CAPT. H. Ha, ha! good again. (another rise and bow from TRIPTOLEMUS)
COCKLE. (turning up the trump card) Knave!
CAPT. H. (aside to TRIPTOLEMUS) Two for his nob!
TRIPTOLE. (to CAPTAIN) You mean to say it’s the rule of the game that I’m to give him two for his nob?
COCKLE. (playing his card) Ten! (TRIPTOLEMUS takes no notice) I repeat ten!
TRIPTOLE. I didn’t say it wasn’t.
CAPT. H. (to TRIPTOLEMUS) Play fifteen.
TRIPTOLE. (playing out his four cards) One, two, three, four. (then taking the pack, and going on) Five, six, seven, eight, nine——