ILF. A matter of nothing, some hundred pounds.
SCAR. This is the hell of all gamesters. I think, when they are at play, the board eats up the money; for if there be five hundred pound lost, there's never but a hundred pounds won. Boy, take the wall of any man: and yet by light such deeds of darkness may not be.
[Put out the torch.
WEN. What dost mean by that, Will?
SCAR. To save charge, and walk like a fury with a firebrand in my hand: every one goes by the light, and we'll go by the smoke.
Enter LORD FALCONBRIDGE.
SCAR. Boy, keep the wall: I will not budge[397] for any man, by these thumbs; and the paring of the nails shall stick in thy teeth. Not for a world.
LORD. Who's this? young Scarborow?
SCAR. The man that the mare rid on.
LORD. Is this the reverence that you owe to me.