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Show 26 The R E H E A R S A L. Enter Shii ly. Shir. H e y ho ! hey ho ! what a Change is here! Hey day, hey day ! I k n o w not what to do, nor what to fay! \ Exit Johnf Mr. Bayes, in m y opinion, now, that Gentlem a n might have faid a little more upon this occafion. Bayes. N o , Sir, not at all; for I underwrit his Part on purpofe to fet off the reft. Johnf. Cry you mercy, Sir. Smith. But pray, Sir, h o w came they to depofe the Kings fo eafily ? Bayes. W h y , Sir, you muft know, they long had a Defign to do it before ; but never could put it in practice till n o w : and to tell you true, that's one reafon why I made 'cm whifper fo at firft. Smith. O very well, n o w I'm fully fatisfy'd. Bayes. A n d then to fhew you, Sir, it was not done fo very eafily neither; in the next Scene you fhall fee fome tghting. Smith. O , oh, fo then you make the ftruggle to be after the Bufinefs is done. Bayes. A y. Smith. O I conceive you : that, I fwear, is very natural. SCENE V. Enter fur Mitt at one Door, and four at another, with their Swords drawn. l Soldier. O Tand. W h o goes there ? O 2 Sold. A Friend. i Sold. W h a t Friend ? 2 Srld. A Friend to the Houfe. I Sold. Fallon. [They all kill one another. [Mufick fti ike J. Bayes. Hold, hold. [To the Mufick. It ceafes. N o w here's an odd furprize ; all thefe dead M e n you fhall fee rife up prefently, at a certain Note that I have made, in Efifaut fiat, and fall a dancing. D o you hear, dead M e n ? Remember your Note in Ejfaut fiat. Play on. [To the Mufick. z Now, The R E H E A R S A L . 27 Now, H O W , n o w ! [The Mufick plays his Note, and the dead O lord ! O lord ! {Men rife but cannot get in order. Out, out, out ! did ever M e n fpoil a good Thing f0 J no Figure, no Ear, no Time, no Thing ? Udzookers, you dance worfe than the Angels in Harry the Eighth, or the fat Spirits in the Tempeft, I'gad. 1 Sold. W h y , Sir, 'tis impoftible to do any thing hi time, to this Tune. Bayes. O lord, O lord ! impoftible ! W h y , Gentlemen, if there be any Faith in a Perfon that's a Chriftian, I fat up two whole Nights in compofing this Air, and apting it for the Bufinefs : for, if you obferve, there are two feveral Defigns in this Tune ; it begins fwift, and ends flow. You talk of Time, and T i m e ; you fhall fee m e do't. Look you n o w : here I a m dead. [Lies down fiat on his Face. N o w mark m y Note EJautflat. Strike up Mufick. Now, [as he rifes up hafiily, he falls down again. Ah gadzookers, I have broke m y Nofe. Johnf. By my troth, M r . Bayes, this is a very unfortunate Note of yours, in Ejfaut. Bayes. A plague of this damn'd Stage, with your Nails, and your Tenter-hooks, that a Gentleman can't come to teach you to act, but he muft break his Nofe, and his Face and the Devil and all. Pray, Sir, can you help m e to a wet Piece of brown Paper ? Smith. N o indeed, Sir, I don't ufualiy carry anv about me. 2 Sold. Sir, I'll go get you fome within prefently. Bayes. G o , go then ; I follow you. Pray dance out the Dance, and I'll be with you in a Moment. Remember you dance like Horfe-men. [ Exit Baves. Smith. Like Horfe-men ! what a Plague can that be? They dance the Dance ; but can make nothing of it. 1 Sold. A Devil! let's try this no longer": play m y Dance that M r . Bayes found fault with fo. ' „ .. ,Tr, [Dance and Exeunt. Smith. W h a t can this Fool be doing all this while about his Nofe ? Johnf. Prithee let's go fee. [Exeunt. B 2 4 c T |