dice - dice? (DUMB-SHOW BETWEEN THEM.)

AINSLIE (ASIDE TO MOORE). I'm sayin' -?

MOORE. What's up now?

AINSLIE. I'm no to gie him the coggit dice?

MOORE. The square ones, rot you! Ain't he got to lose every
brass farden?

AINSLIE. What'll like be my share?

MOORE. You mucking well leave that to me.

RIVERS. Well, Mr. Deakin, if you passatively will have me shake
a Helbow -

BRODIE. Where are the bones, Ainslie? Where are the dice, Lord
George? (AINSLIE GIVES THE DICE AND DICE-BOX TO BRODIE; AND
PRIVATELY A SECOND PAIR OF DICE.) Old Fortune's counters the
bonnie money-catching, money-breeding bones! Hark to their dry
music! Scotland against England! Sit round, you tame devils,
and put your coins on me!

SMITH. Easy does it, my lord of high degree! Keep cool.

BRODIE. Cool's the word, Captain - a cool twenty on the first?

RIVERS. Done and done. (THEY PLAY.)