Staines. Give me a murnival of aces and a gleek of queens.
Long. And me a gleek of knaves.
Scat. Ud's life! I'm gleeked this time.
Enter Will Rash.
Staines. Play.
W. Rash. Equal fortunes befall you, gallants.
Scat. Will Rash: well, I pray see what a vile game I have.
W. Rash. What's your game—gleek?
Scat. Yes, faith, gleek; and I have not one court card but the knave of clubs.