That is essential, as will soon appear,
Lay here thine hand, which cold night dews anoint,
Washing its white--

THE LADY
Now is this to the point?

PIERROT
Prithee, forbear! Such is the game design.

THE LADY
Here is my hand.

PIERROT
I cover it with mine.

THE LADY
What must I next?

[_They play._]

PIERROT
Withdraw.

THE LADY
It goes too fast.

[_They continue playing, until Pierrot catches her hand._]

PIERROT[_Laughing._]