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3 Play. O, admirably!
Bayes. I'l tell you, now, a pretty conceipt. What do you think I'l make 'em call her anon, in this Play?
Smi. What, I pray?
Bayes. Why I'l make 'em call her Armarillis, because of her Armor: ha, ha, ha.
Johns. That will be very well, indeed.
Bayes. I, it's a pretty little rogue; she is my Mistress. I knew her face would set off Armor extreamly: and, to tell you true, I writ that Part only for her. Well, Gentlemen, I dare be bold to say, without vanity, I'l shew you something, here, that's very ridiculous, I gad. [Exeunt Players.
Johns. Sir, that we do not doubt of.
Bayes. Pray, Sir, let's sit down. Look you, Sir, the chief hindge of this Play, upon which the whole Plot moves and turns, and that causes the variety of all the several accidents, which, you know, are the thing in Nature that make up the grand refinement of a Play, is, that I suppose two Kings to be of the same place: as, for example, at Brentford; for I love to write familiarly. Now the people having the same relations to 'em both, the same affections, the same duty, the same obedience, and all that; are divided among themselves in point of devoir and interest, how to behave themselves equally between 'em: these Kings differing sometimes in particular; though, in the main, they agree. (I know not whether I make my self well understood.
Johns. I did not observe you, Sir: pray say that again.
Bayes. Why, look you, Sir, (nay, I beseech you, be a little curious in taking notice of this, or else you'l never understand my notion of the thing) the people being embarrast by their equal tyes to both, and the Soveraigns concern'd in a reciprocal regard, as well to their own interest, as the good of the people; may make a certain kind of a——— you understand me——— upon which, there does arise several disputes, turmoils, heart-burnings, and all that——— In fine, you'l apprehend it better when you see it. [Exit, to call the Players.
Smi.
