Val. Again, I increase the stakes.
Tam. Didn’t I predict that I shouldn’t have such a chance in my hands again to-day? I am always most unfortunate. Why do I so much as even look at a game?
Cast. This, indeed, is not playing. It is afflicting ourselves. Is it recreating ourselves and refreshing our minds, to get worried like this? Play ought to be play, not torment.
Manr. Be a little patient; don’t throw your cards away. You are getting into a panic!
Val. Then answer if you accept (the amount of the stake).
Manr. I accept, and increase it again.
Val. What! do you expect to put me to flight with your fierce words? I don’t pass.
Manr. Declare, once for all, and be quick about it. Do you agree?
Val. Yes, and with the greatest pleasure. My mind prompts me to contest in such play for a still greater stake, but this will do amongst friends.