Jetter (steps forward, and bends his cross-bow). Soest, Buyck, Ruysum<br/>Soest. Come, shoot away, and have done with it! You won't beat me! Three black rings, you never made such a shot in all your life. And so I'm master for this year.<br/>Jetter. Master and king to boot; who envies you? You'll have to pay double reckoning; 'tis only fair you should pay for your dexterity.<br/>Buyck. Jetter, I'll buy your shot, share the prize, and treat the company. I have already been here so long, and am a debtor for so many civilities. If I miss, then it shall be as if you had shot.<br/>Soest. I ought to have a voice, for in fact I am the loser. No matter! Come, Buyck, shoot away.<br/>Buyck (shoots). Now, corporal, look out!-One! Two! Three! Four!<br/>Soest. Four rings! So be it!<br/>All. Hurrah! Long live the King! Hurrah! Hurrah!