Val. Yes, you will. By God (per Deum)!
Cast. Get away! What has come into your mind, my Valdaura? You swear oaths on the slightest provocation, which would scarcely be fitting on the most important affairs.
Manr. What do you say, umpire?
Lup. I don’t know really what should be done in this case.
Manr. See what a judge we have appointed over us—one who has no judgment—a leader without eyes.
Val. What, then, is to be done?
Manr. What, indeed, unless we send to Paris for some one to bring this matter of ours forward for a decree of the Senate.
Cast. Mix the cards, and deal again.
Tam. Oh! what a good hand I lose! I shall not have another like it to-day!
Cast. Shuffle well those cards and deal them more carefully, one by one.