Nic. We have gotten this Game.

Jer. You are a little too hasty; you reckon your Chickens before they are hatch’d.  I have seen those lose the Game that have had so many for Love.  War and Play is a meer Lottery.  We have got thirty, now we are equal again.

Nic. This is the Game Stroke.  O brave! we have got the better of you.

Jer. Well, but you shan’t have it long; did I not say so?  We are equally fortunate.

Nic. Fortune inclines first to one side, and then to t’other, as if she could not tell which to give the Victory to.  Fortune, be but on our Side, and we’ll help thee to a Husband.  O rare!  She has answer’d her Desire, we have got this Game, set it up, that we mayn’t forget.

Jer. It is almost Night, and we have play’d enough, we had better leave off, too much of one Thing is good for nothing, let us reckon our Winnings.

Nic. We have won three Groats, and you have won two; then there is one to be spent.  But who must pay for the Balls?

Jer. All alike, every one his Part.  For there is so little won, we can’t take any Thing from that.

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2.  BOWL PLAYING.

ADOLPHUS, BERNARDUS, the Arbitrators.

Adol. You have been often bragging what a mighty Gamester you were at Bowls.  Come now, I have a Mind to try what a one you are.

Ber. I’ll answer you, if you have a Mind to that Sport.  Now you’ll find according to the Proverb; You have met with your Match.

Adol. Well, and you shall find I am a Match for you too.

Ber. Shall we play single Hands or double Hands?

Adol. I had rather play single, that another may not come in with me for a Share of the Victory.

Ber. And I had rather have it so too, that the Victory may be entirely my own.

Adol. They shall look on, and be Judges.

Ber. I take you up; But what shall he that beats get, or he that is beaten lose?

Adol. What if he that beats shall have a Piece of his Ear cut off.

Ber. Nay, rather let one of his Stones be cut out.  It is a mean Thing to play for Money; you are a Frenchman, and I a German, we’ll both play for the Honour of his Country.

Adol. If I shall beat you, you shall cry out thrice, let France flourish; If I shall be beat (which I hope I shan’t) I’ll in the same Words celebrate your Germany.

Ber. Well, a Match.  Now for good Luck; since two great Nations are at Stake in this Game, let the Bowls be both alike.

Adol. Do you see that Stone that lies by the Port there.

Ber. Yes I do.

Adol. That shall be the Jack.

Ber. Very well, let it be so; but I say let the Bowls be alike.