Frankford. Marry, that will I, sweet wife. Wendoll. No, by my faith, sir; when you are together I sit out: it must be Mistress Frankford and I, or else it is no match. Frankford. I do not like that match. Nicholas. [_Aside_.] You have no reason, marry, knowing all. Frankford. ’Tis no great matter neither. Come, Master Cranwell, shall you and I take them up? Cranwell. At your pleasure, sir. Frankford. I must look to you, Master Wendoll, for you will be playing false; nay, so will my wife too. Nicholas. [_Aside_.] Ay, I will be sworn she will. Mistress Frankford. Let them that are taken playing false, forfeit the set. Frankford. Content; it shall go hard but I’ll take you. Cranwell. Gentlemen, what shall our game be? Wendoll. Master Frankford, you play best at noddy.[1.30] Frankford. You shall not find it so; indeed you shall not. Mistress Frankford. I can play at nothing so well as double ruff. Frankford. If Master Wendoll and my wife be together, there’s no playing against them at double hand. Nicholas. I can tell you, sir, the game that Master Wendoll is best at. Wendoll. What game is that, Nick? Nicholas. Marry, sir, knave out of doors. Wendoll. She and I will take you at lodam. Mistress Frankford. Husband, shall we play at saint? Frankford. My saint’s turned devil. No, we’ll none of saint: You are best at new-cut, wife; you’ll play at that. Wendoll. If you play at new-cut, I am soonest hitter of any here, for a wager. Frankford. ’Tis me they play on. Well, you may draw out. For all your cunning, ’twill be to your shame; I’ll teach you, at your new-cut, a new game. Come, come. Cranwell. If you cannot agree upon the game, to post and pair. Wendoll. We shall be soonest pairs; and my good host, When he comes late home, he must kiss the post. Frankford. Whoever wins, it shall be thy cost. Cranwell. Faith, let it be vide-ruff, and let’s make honours. Frankford. If you make honours, one thing let me crave: Honour the king and queen; except the knave. Wendoll. Well, as you please for that. Lift who shall deal. Mistress Frankford. The least in sight: what are you, Master Wendoll? Wendoll. I am a knave. Nicholas. [_Aside_.] I’ll swear it. Mistress Frankford. I a queen. Frankford. [_Aside_.] A quean[1.31] thou shouldst say. [_Aloud_.] Well, the cards are mine; They are the grossest pair that e’er I felt. Mistress Frankford. Shuffle, I’ll cut: would I had never dealt. Frankford. I have lost my dealing. Wendoll. Sir, the fault’s in me: This queen I have more than mine own, you see. Give me the stock. Frankford. My mind’s not on my game. Many a deal I have lost; the more’s your shame. You have served me a bad trick, Master Wendoll. Wendoll. Sir, you must take your lot. To end this strife, I know I have dealt better with your wife.