146 THE HISTORY OF NEWMARKET. [Book IX. 



3 Gent. But yet the start. 



Jockey. How ever if I get within his quarters let me alone. 



3 Gent. Mounts Chevall. \Exe2int. 



Confused noise of betting within, after that a shont. 

 Ca. They are started. 



Enter Bonvile, Rider, Bona, Try, Fairest. 



Ri. Twenty pounds to fifteene. 

 Lo. Tis done we'e. 

 Fa. Forty pounds to thirty. 

 Lo. Done, Done, He take all oddes. 

 Tr. My Lord I hold as much. 

 Lo. Not so. 



Tr. Forty pounds to twenty. 

 Lo. Done, Done. 



M. B. You have lost all, my Lord, and it were a million. 

 Lo. In your imagination, who can help it .'' 

 La. Venture had the start and keeps it. 

 Lo. Gentlemen you have a fine time to triumph, 

 'Tis not your odds makes you win. 



Within Venture, Venture. [Exeunt men. 



The ladies, temporarily left to themselves while the 

 gentlemen rushed off to see the finish, make bets of 

 gloves and silk stockings. Then Lord Bonvile returns 

 M^ith the result, exclaiming : 



Won, won, I knew by instinct, 



The mare would put some trick upon him. 



Great John at all adventure and grave Jockey 



Mounted their several Mares, I shan't tell 



The story out for laughing, ha, ha, ha. 



But this in brief. Jockey was left behind, 



The pitty and the scorn of all the odds 



Plaid about my eares like cannon, but less dangerous, 



I took all still, the acclamations was 



