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sir IohnSbloud pay me angel gold,
Ile none of your crackt French crownes nor pistolets,
Pay me faire angel gold, as I pay you.
Har.No crackt french crownes? I hope to see more crackt french crownes ere long.
sir IohnThou meanest of French mens crownes, when the King is in France.
Hunt.Set round, at all.
sir IhonPay all: this is some lucke.
Har.Giue me the dice, tis I must shread the priest:
At all sir Iohn.
sir IohnThe diuell and all is yours: at that: sdeath, what casting is this?
Suff.Well throwne Harry yfaith.
Har.Ile cast better yet.
sir IohnThen Ile be hangd. Sirra, hast thou not giuen thy soule to the diuell for casting?
Har.I passe for all.
sir IohnThou passest all that ere I playde withall:
Sirra, dost thou not cogge, nor foist, nor slurre?
Har.Set parson, set, the dice die in my hand:
When parson, when? what can ye finde no more?
Alreadie drie? wast you bragd of your store?
sir IohnAlls gone but that.
Hunt.What, halfe a broken angell?
sir IhonWhy sir, tis gold.
Har.Yea, and Ile couer it.
sir IhonThe diuell do ye good on't, I am blinde, yee haue blowne me vp.
Har.Nay tarry priest, ye shall not leaue vs yet,
Do not these peeces fit each other well?
sir IhonWhat if they do?
Har.Thereby beginnes a tale:
There was a thiefe, in face much like sir Iohn,
But t'was not hee, that thiefe was all in greene,
Met me last day on Blacke Heath, neere the parke,
