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Show 28 The R E H E A R S A L. ACT III. SCENE I. Bayes, with a Paper on his Nofe. and the two Gentlemen. Bayes. j&gjlj O W , Sirs, this I do, becaufe m y Fancy! Xj N T | in this Play, is, to end every Act with a a*£v«*«5 Smith. Faith that Fancy is very good; but I fhould hardly have broke m y Nofe for it, tho'. Johnf That Fancy I fuppofe is new too. Bayes. Sir, all m y Fancies are fo. I tread upon no Man's heels ; but make m y Flight upon m y own Wings, I affure you. Now, here comes in a Scene of fheer Wk, without any mixture in the whole World, I'gad, between Prince Pretty-man and his Taylor : It might properly e-nough be call'd a Prize of W i t ; for you fhall fee 'em come in one upon another fnip-fnap, hit for hit, as faft as can be. Firft. one fpeaks, then prefently t'other's upon him, flap with a Repartee ; then he at him again, dafh with a New Conceit; and fo eternally, eternally, I'gad, till they go quite off the Stage. [Goes to call the Players. Smith. What a plague does this Fop mean, by his fnip fnap, liit for hit, and dafh ? Johnf Mean ! w h y he never meant any thing in's Life: v> hat doit talk of meaning for ? Enter Bayes. Bayes. W h y don't you come in ? Enter Prince Prettyman and T o m Thimble. This Scene will make you die with laughing, if it be well acted, for 'tis as full of Drollery as ever it can hold. 'Tis like an Orange flutf'd with ('loves, as for Conceit. Pret. But prithee, Tom Thimble, why wilt thou needs marry ? If nine Taylors make but one M a n ; and one W o m a n cannot be fatisfVd with nine M e n : What work art thou cutting out here for thy felf, trow ! Bayes. Good. Thim. W h y , an't pleafe your Highnefs if I can't 1. up ail the W o r k I cut out, I fhan't want Journeymen enow to help m e , I warrant you. Bayes. Good again. The R E H E A R S A L . 29 Pret. I a m afraid thy Journey-men, tho', Tom, won't work by the Day, bu% by the Night. Bayes. Good ftill. Thim. However, if m y Wife fits but crofs-legg'd, as I do, 'ill be no great danger : Not half fo much as when I trufted you, Sir, for your Coronation-Suit. Bayes. Very good, i'faith. pret. W h y the times then liv'd upon truft ; it was the fafhion. You would not be out of time, at fuch a time as that, fure : A Taylor, you know, muft never be out of fafhion. Bayes. Right. Thim. I'm fure, Sir, I made your Clothes in the Court-faihion, for you never paid m e yet. Bayes. There's a bob for the Court. Pret. W h y , Tom, thou art a ftiarp Rogue when t iou art angry, I fee : Thou pay'ft m e now, methinks. Bayes. There's pay upon pay ! as good as ever was written, I'gad ? Thim. Ay, Sir, in your own Coin : you give m e netting but Words. O Bayes. Admirable, before Gad ! Pret. Well, Tom, I hope fnortly I fhall have another Coin, for thee ; for now the Wars are coming on, I fhall grow to be a A4an of Metal. Bayes. O , you did not do that half enough. Johnf Methinks he does it admirably. Bayes. Ay, pretty well; but he does not hit m e in't: He does not top his part. Thim. That's the way to be ftamp'd yourfelf, Sir. I fhall fee you come home, like an Angel for the King's Evil, with a hole bor'd thro' you. [Exeunt. Bayes. Ha, there he has hit it up to the Hilts, I'gad ! H o w do you like it now, Gentlemen ? Is not this pure Writ ? Smith. 'Tis fnip fnap, Sir, as you fay ; but methinks not pleafmt, nor to the purpofe ; for the Play does not go on. Bayes. Play does not go on ! I don't know what you mean : W h y , is not this part of the Play 2 Smith. Yes ; but the Plot ftands ftill.' Bayes. Plot ftand ftill! W h y , what a devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things ? Smith. O , I did not know that before. B 3 Bayes.. |