Simon: Here now.
Damer: I dare not.
Simon: (Going to door.) I'll make my bet so according to a dream I had. It is on a red horse I will put it to-morrow.
Damer: No—stop—wait a minute.
Simon: I'll win surely following my dream.
Damer: I might not lose.
Simon: I'm in dread of that. All turns to the man is rich.
Damer: I'll chance it!
Simon: You said no and I'll take no.
Damer: You cannot go back of your word.