Count Bas. Why I have a game in my head, in which, if you'll croup me, that is, help me to play it, you shall go five hundred to nothing.
Moth. Say you so?——Why then, I go, Sir——and now pray let's see your game.
Count Bas. Look you, in one word my cards lie thus—When I was down this summer at York, I happened to lodge in the same house with this Knight's lady, that's now coming to lodge with you.
Moth. Did you so, Sir?
Count Bas. And sometimes had the honour to breakfast, and pass an idle hour with her——
Moth. Very good; and here I suppose you would have the impudence to sup, and be busy with her.
Count Bas. Psha! pr'ythee hear me!
Moth. Is this your game? I would not give sixpence for it! What, you have a passion for her pin-money——no, no, country ladies are not so flush of it.
Count Bas. Nay, if you won't have patience——