IV The Game of Draughts
Corn. I am sick of this game. Let us play with the two-coloured draughtsmen.
Tull. You paint for us squares on this surface with charcoal and with white lime.
Sci. I prefer to go and have my supper to playing any more, and I go with all my needles collared by your fraud.
Tull. Don’t you remember that yesterday you plundered Cethegus. “There is no one who can always have luck in play.”