A pleasant Comedie of the two
Ile crosse ye with a iest, and ye were my mother,
Come shall we play?
Come shall we play?
Mis Bar, I, what shall we play a game?
Mis. Gou. A pound a game.
M. Gou How wife?
Mis. Gou. Faith husband not a farthing lesse.
M. Gou. It is too much, a shilling were good game.
M. Gou. No, weell be ill huswiues once,
You haue oft been ill husbands, lets alone.
You haue oft been ill husbands, lets alone.
M. Bar. Wife, will you play so much?
Mis Bar. I would be loath to be so franke a gaimster
As mistresse Goursey is, and yet for once,
Ile play a pound a game aswell as she.
As mistresse Goursey is, and yet for once,
Ile play a pound a game aswell as she.
Offer to goe from them.M. Bar. Go to, youle haue your will.
Mis. Bar. Come, ther's my stake.
Mis. Gou. And ther's mine.
Mis. Bar. Throw for the Dice: Ill luck they are yours.
M. Bar. Master Goursey, who sayes that gamings bad,
When such good Angels walke twixt euery cast?
When such good Angels walke twixt euery cast?
M. Gou. This is not noble sport, but royall play.
M. Bar It must be so where royals walke so fast.
Mis. Bar. Play right I pray.
Mi. Gou. Why so I doe.
Mis. Bar. Where stands your man?
Mis. Gou. In his right place.
Mis. Bar. Good faith, I thinke ye play me foule an Ace.
M. Bar. No wife, she playes ye true.
Mis. Bar. Peace husband, peace, ile not be iudged by you.
Mis. Gou. Husband, master Barnes, pray both goe walke.
We cannot play, if standers by doe talke.
We cannot play, if standers by doe talke.
M. Gou. Well to your game, we will not trouble ye.
Goe from them.
Goe from them.
Mi. Gou. Where stands your man now?
Mi. Bar. Doth he not stand right?
Mi. Gou. It stands betweene the pointes.
Mi. Bar. And thats my spight.
But yet me thinkes the dice runnes much vneuen,
That I throw but dewes ase and you eleuen.
But yet me thinkes the dice runnes much vneuen,
That I throw but dewes ase and you eleuen.
Mi. Gou.
