uld 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.
* * * * *
_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.
_Adol._ They are as like as two Peas. Take which you please, it's all
one to me.
_Ber._ Bowl away.
_Adol._ Hey-day, you whirl your Bowl as if your Arm was a Sling.
_Ber._ You have bit your Lip, and whirled your Bowl long enough: Come
bowl away. A strong Bowl indeed, but I am best.
_Adol._ If it had not been for that mischievous Bit of a Br
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