_The_ SCENE _changes, and_ TRICE _is discovered playing at tables by himself, with spectacles on, a bottle, and parmezan by him; they return and see him, undiscovered by him_. _Trice_. Cinque and quatre: My cinque I play here, sir; my quatre here, sir: Now for you, sir: But first I'll drink to you, sir; upon my faith I'll do you reason, sir: Mine was thus full, sir! Pray mind your play, sir:--Size ace I have thrown: I'll play 'em at length, sir. --Will you, sir? Then you have made a blot sir; I'll try if I can enter: I have hit you, sir. --I think you can cog a dye, sir. --I cog a dye, sir? I play as fair as you, or any man. --You lie, sir. --How! lie, sir? I'll teach you what 'tis to give a gentleman the lie, sir. [_Throws down the tables_. [_They all laugh and discover themselves_. _Isa_. Is this your serious business? _Trice_. O you rogue, are you there? You are welcome, huswife; and so are you, Constance, _Fa tol de re tol de re la_. [_Claps their backs_. _Isa_. Pr'ythee be not so rude, Trice. _Trice_. Huswife Constance, I'll have you into my larder, and shew you my provision: I have cockles, dainty fat cockles, that came in the night; if they had seen the day, I would not have given a fart for 'em. I would the king had 'em. _Const_. He has as good, I warrant you. _Trice_. Nay, that's a lie. I could sit and cry for him sometimes; he does not know what 'tis to eat a good meal in a whole year. His cooks are asses: I have a delicate dish of ruffs to dinner, sirrah. _Const_. To dinner! _Trice_. To dinner! why by supper they had been past their prime. I'll tell thee the story of 'em: I have a friend-- _Enter Servant_. _Serv_. Sir, dinner's upon the table. _Trice_. Well, well; I have a friend, as I told you-- _Serv_. Dinner stays, sir: 'tis dinner that stays: Sure he will hear now. _Trice_. I have a friend, as I told you-- _Isa_. I believe he's your friend, you are so loth to part with him. _Trice_. Away, away;--I'll tell you the story between the courses. Go you to the cook immediately, sirrah; and bring me word what we have to supper, before we go to dinner: I love to have the satisfaction of the day before me. [_Exeunt_. ACT II. SCENE I. _Enter, as from Dinner_, TRICE, TIMOROUS, FAILER, BURR, CONSTANCE, ISABELLA. _Trice_. Speak thy conscience; was it not well dressed, sirrah? _Tim_. What think you of the Park, after our plenteous entertainment, madam? _Isa_. I defy the Park, and all its works. _Const_. Come, Mr Trice, we'll walk in your garden. [_Exeunt all but_ FAILER _and_ BURR. _Fail_. O, one thing I had almost forgot to tell you; one of us two must ever be near Sir Timorous. _Burr_. Why? _Fail_. To guard our interest in him from the enemy, madam Isabella; who, I doubt, has designs upon him. I do not fear her wit, but her sex; she carries a prevailing argument about her. _Enter_ BIBBER _with a Bottle_.