M. Bar. Master Goursey, who sayes that gamings bad, 115
When such good angels[1629] walke twixt every cast?
M. Gou. This is not noble sport, but royall play.
M. Bar. It must be so where royals walke so fast.
Mis. Bar. Play right, I pray.
Mi. Gou. Why, so I doe. 120
Mis. Bar. Where stands your man?
Mis. Gou. In his right place.
Mis. Bar. Good faith, I thinke ye play me foule an ace.
M. Bar. No, wife, she playes ye true.