Tam. Let us examine if the backs of the cards have marks whereby they can be recognised.
End of the Game
Val. Let us, please, make an end of playing. This game worries me by all going so wrongly.
Cast. As you will. But perchance the fault is not in the game, but in your lack of skill, for you don’t know how to direct your steps to victory, but you throw away your cards without any reason, as chance happens, thinking that it doesn’t matter what you have played before, or might play later, what and in what place any card should be played.
Tam. Of all things there is satiety, and even of pleasures. I am now weary of sitting. Let us get up for a little time.
Lup. Take this lute and sing something to us.
Tam. What will you have?
Lup. A song on games.
Tam. A song of Vergil’s?