_Beat._ 'Twill put him upon a strait to be surprised: But, let us to the table; the company stays for us. [_The company sit._ _Wild._ What is the ladies' game, sir? _Lop._ Most commonly they use raffle; that is, to throw with three dice, till duplets, and a chance be thrown; and the highest duplet wins, except you throw in and in, which is called raffle; and that wins all. _Wild._ I understand it: Come, lady, 'tis no matter what I lose; the greatest stake, my heart, is gone already. [_To_ JACINTHA. [_They play; and the rest by couples._ _Wild._ So, I have a good chance, two quarters and a sice. _Jac._ Two sixes and a trey wins it. [_Sweeps the money._ _Wild._ No matter; I'll try my fortune once again: What have I here, two sixes and a quarter?--An hundred pistoles on that throw. _Jac._ I take you, sir.--Beatrix, the high running dice. [_Aside._ _Beat._ Here, madam. _Jac._ Three fives: I have won you, sir. _Wild._ Ay, the pox take me for't, you have won me: It would never have vext me to have lost my money to a Christian; but to a pagan, an infidel-- _Mask._ Pray, sir, leave off while you have some money. _Wild._ Pox of this lady Fatima! Raffle thrice together! I am out of patience. _Mask._ [_To him_.] Sir, I beseech you, if you will lose, to lose _en cavalier_. _Wild._ Tol de ra, tol de ra--pox and curse--tol de ra. What the devil did I mean, to play with this brunette of Afric? [_The Ladies rise_.] Will you be gone already, ladies? _Lop._ You have won our money; but, however, we are acknowledging to you for the honour of your company. [JAC. _makes a sign of farewell to_ WILD. _Wild._ Farewell, lady Fatima. [_Exeunt all but_ WILD. _and_ MASK. _Mask._ All the company took notice of your concernment. _Wild._ 'Tis no matter; I do not love to fret inwardly, as your silent losers do, and, in the mean time, be ready to choak for want of vent. _Mask._ Pray consider your condition a little; a younger brother, in a foreign country, living at a high rate, your money lost, and without hope of a supply. Now curse, if you think good. _Wild._ No, now I will laugh at myself most unmercifully; for my condition is so ridiculous, that 'tis past cursing. The pleasantest part of the adventure is, that I have promised three hundred pistoles to Jacintha: But there is no remedy, they are now fair Fatima's. _Mask._ Fatima! _Wild._ Ay, ay, a certain African lady of my acquaintance, whom you know not. _Mask._ But who is here, sir? _Enter_ JACINTHA _and_ BEATRIX, _in their own shapes_.