_Enter_ SCATTERGOOD _and_ NINNIHAMMER. STAINES. He'll be an excellent coach-horse for my captain. SCAT. Save you, gallants, save you. LONG. How think you now? have I not carved him out to you? STAINES. Thou hast lighted me into his heart; I see him thoroughly. SCAT. Ninnihammer! NIN. Sir. SCAT. Take my cloak and rapier also: I think it be early. Gentlemen, what time do you take it to be? STAINES. Inclining to eleven, sir. SCAT. Inclining! a good word. I would it were inclining to twelve, for by my stomach it should be high noon. But what shall we do, gallants? shall we to cards till our company come? LONG. Please you, sir. SCAT. Harry, fetch some cards; methinks 'tis an unseemly sight to see gentlemen stand idle. Please you to impart your smoke? LONG. Very willingly, sir. SCAT. In good faith, a pipe of excellent vapour. LONG. The best the house yields. SCAT. Had you it in the house? I thought it had been your own: 'tis not so good now as I took it to be.[178] Come, gentlemen, what's your game? STAINES. Why, gleek; that's your only game. SCAT. Gleek let it be, for I am persuaded I shall gleek some of you. Cut, sir. LONG. What play we? twelvepence gleek? SCAT. Twelvepence? a crown: ud's foot! I will not spoil my memory for twelvepence. LONG. With all my heart. STAINES. Honour. SCAT. What is't, hearts? STAINES. The king! what say you? LONG. You must speak, sir. SCAT. Why, I bid thirteen. STAINES. Fourteen. SCAT. Fifteen. STAINES. Sixteen. LONG. Sixteen, seventeen. STAINES. You shall ha't for me. SCAT. Eighteen. LONG. Take it to you, sir. SCAT. Ud's life! I'll not be outbraved. STAINES. I vie it. LONG. I'll none of it. SCAT. Nor I. 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. W. RASH. Thou hast a wild hand, indeed. Thy small cards show like a troop of rebels, and the knave of clubs their chief leader. SCAT. And so they do, as God save me: by the cross of this silver, he says true. _Enter_ SPENDALL. STAINES. Pray, play, sir. LONG. Honour. W. RASH. How go the stocks, gentlemen? what's won or lost? STAINES. This is the first game. SCAT. Yes, this is the first game; but, by the cross of this silver, here's all of five pounds. SPEND. Good day to you, gentlemen. W. RASH. Frank, welcome, by this hand; how dost, lad? SPEND. And how does thy wench, faith? W. RASH. Why, fat and plump, like thy geldings; thou giv'st them both good provender, it seems. Go to, thou art one of the madd'st wags of a citizen i' th' town: the whole company talks of thee already.