Simon: All right so.
(Tosses a coin he takes from his pocket, tied in a spotted
handkerchief.)
Damer: What's that you're doing?
Simon: Pitching a coin I was to see would it bid me go west or east.
Damer: Go toss outside so.
Simon: (Stooping and groping.) I will after I will find it.
Damer: Hurry on now.
Simon: Wait till I'll kindle a match. (Lights one and picks up coin.)
Damer: What is that in your hand?
Simon: You should know.
Damer: Is it gold it is?