Hugh. It will be found again in mine host's box. [The dice are thrown.
Jack. In still, two thieves and choose thy fellow.
Steph. Take the miller.
Jack. Have at them, i' faith. [Throws.
Hugh. For a thief, I'll warrant you; who'll you have next?
Jack. Two quatres and a trey.
Steph. I hope we shall have good cheer, when two caters and a tray go to the market.[68]
Enter Host.
Host. So all's whist; they play upon the still pipes now; the bull-beggar[69] comes when I show my head. Silence is a virtue, and I have made 'em virtuous. Let 'em play still till they be penniless; pawn till they be naked; so they be quiet, welcome and welcome. (A noise above at cards.) How now! how now! my roaring Tamberlain? take heed, the Soldan comes: and 'twere not for profit, who would live amongst such bears? Why, Ursa Major, I say, what, in Capite Draconis? is there no hope to reclaim you? shall I never live in quiet for you?
Dick. Good mine host, still 'em; civil gamesters cannot play for 'em.