MRS BAR. Play right, I pray.
MRS GOUR. Why, so I do.
MRS BAR. Where stands your man?
MRS GOUR. In his right place.
MRS BAR. Good faith, I think ye play me foul an ace.
MR BAR. No, wife, she plays ye true.
MRS BAR. Peace, husband, peace; I'll not be judg'd by you.
MRS GOUR. Husband, Master Barnes, pray, both go walk!
We cannot play if standers-by do talk.
MR GOUR. Well, to your game; we will not trouble ye.
[Go from them.
MRS GOUR. Where stands your man now?