Chat. What, Diccon? come near, ye be no stranger:
We be fast set at trump,[221] man, hard by the fire;
Thou shalt set on the king, if thou come a little nigher.
Diccon. Nay, nay, there is no tarrying: I must be gone again;
But first for you in counsel[222] I have a word or twain.
Chat. Come hither, Doll; Doll, sit down and play this game,
And as thou sawest me do, see thou do even the same:
There is five trumps besides the queen, the hind-most thou shalt find her,
Take heed of Sim Glover's wife, she hath an eye behind her.
Now, Diccon, say your will.