Simon: Come on so.
(Shuffles cards.)
Darner: Give me the pack. (Cuts.) I didn't feel a card between my fingers this seven and a half-score years!
Simon: Spades are trumps.
Darner: (Lighting candle.) I'll win it back! I won't begrudge spending a penny candle, no, or two penny candles! I'll play you to the brink of day!
Curtain
ACT II
The next morning. The same kitchen. Simon Niland is lying asleep on the hearth. Ralph and Staffy are looking at him.
Staffy: Who is it at all is in it?
Ralph: Who would it be but Simon Niland, that is come following after us.
Staffy: Stretched and sleeping all the same as if there was a pin of slumber in his hair, as in the early times of the world. The day passing without anything doing. That one will never win to a fortune.