Sir Cau.  A hundred Pound! why, ’tis a sum, Sir—­a sum—­why, what the Devil did I do with a Box and Dice!

L. Ful.  Why, you made a shift to lose, Sir?  And where’s the harm of that?  We have lost, and he has won; anon it may be your Fortune.

Sir Cau.  Ay, but he could never do it fairly, that’s certain.  Three hundred Pound! why, how came you to win so unmercifully, Sir?

Gay.  Oh, the Devil will not lose a Gamester of me, you see, Sir.

Sir Cau.  The Devil!—­mark that, Gentlemen—­

Bea.  The Rogue has damn’d luck sure, he has got a Fly—­

Sir Cau.  And can you have the Conscience to carry away all our Money, Sir?

Gay.  Most assuredly, unless you have the courage to retrieve it.  I’ll set it at a Throw, or any way:  what say you, Gentlemen?

Sir Feeb.  Ods bobs, you young Fellows are too hard for us every way, and I’m engag’d at an old Game with a new Gamester here, who will require all an old Man’s stock.

L. Ful.  Come, Cousin, will you venture a Guinea?  Come, Mr. Bredwel.

Gay.  Well, if no body dare venture on me, I’ll send away my Cash—­

        [They all go to play at the Table, but Sir Cau.
        Sir Feeb. and Gay.

Sir Cau.  Hum—­must it all go?—­a rare sum, if a Man were but sure the Devil wou’d but stand Neuter now—­ [Aside.  —­Sir, I wish I had any thing but ready Money to stake:  three hundred Pound—­a fine Sum!

Gay.  You have Moveables, Sir, Goods—­Commodities—­

Sir Cau.  That’s all one, Sir; that’s Money’s worth, Sir:  but if I had any thing that were worth nothing—­

Gay.  You wou’d venture it,—­I thank you, Sir,—­I wou’d your Lady were worth nothing—­

Sir Cau.  Why, so, Sir?

Gay.  Then I wou’d set all this against that Nothing.

Sir Cau.  What, set it against my Wife?

Gay.  Wife, Sir! ay, your Wife—­

Sir Cau.  Hum, my Wife against three hundred Pounds!  What, all my Wife,
Sir?

Gay.  All your Wife!  Why, Sir, some part of her wou’d serve my turn.

Sir Cau.  Hum—­my Wife—­why, if I shou’d lose, he cou’d not have the
Impudence to take her. [Aside.

Gay.  Well, I find you are not for the Bargain, and so I put up—­

Sir Cau.  Hold, Sir—­why so hasty—­my Wife? no—­put up your Money,
Sir—­what, lose my Wife for three hundred Pounds!—­

Gay.  Lose her, Sir!—­why, she shall be never the worse for my wearing, Sir—­the old covetous Rogue is considering on’t, I think—­What say you to a Night?  I’ll set it to a Night—­there’s none need know it, Sir.

Sir Cau.  Hum—­a Night!—­three hundred Pounds for a Night! why, what a lavish Whore-master’s this!  We take Money to marry our Wives, but very seldom part with ’em, and by the Bargain get Money—­For a Night, say you?—­Gad, if I shou’d take the Rogue at his word, ’twou’d be a pure Jest. [Aside.