Har. Let's fling for't then.
Ley. I am content.
Utr. And I.
Har. Sit round, then: here are dyce, and ile begin to ye.
Have at your head, Sir John! dewce ace[206]; a doggs-head![207]
The devill turnd this ace up. Farwell, velvet gowne!
Thou hast mist the luckiest hand to scratch thy Coxcomb.
Ley. No, no, Sir. Now for my part. Heigh! fight aloft for the head, boyes. How? Cater-trey[208]?
Utr. Will you take a sleeve for your share, Sir?
Ley. 'Tis but a desperat cast, and so hee'l find it, If it fall to me. Cast for your game.
Utr. Have at it:
Stay, let me swing my Sword thrice round first: now,
Now the Graves head … goose giblitts.—
Two sixes, boyes! I knew I should performe it.
Har. Ye have it: thanck your fortune.
Utr. I could not misse it,
I never lost so faire a stake yet. How ile doe it
And in what posture: first, how ile take my leave of him,
With a few teares to draw more money from him;
Then fold up his braunchd[209] gowne, his hat, his doblet,
And like the devill cry 'mine owne! lye there, boyes!'
Then bind his eyes; last stir myself up bravely
And, in the midle of a whollsome praire,
Whip and—hic iacet Barnavelt.—
Come, let's sing our old Song,
And then come view me how I doe my busines.
Boy, come, sing you for me.