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Bayes. I gad, they would not, Sir: ha, ha, ha. They refus'd it, I gad, the silly Rogues: ha, ha, ha.
Johns. Fie, that was rude.
Bayes. Rude! I gad, they are the rudest, uncivilest persons, and all that, in the whole world: I gad, there's no living with 'em. I have written, Mr. Johnson, I do verily believe, a whole cart-load of things, every whit as good as this, and yet, I vow to gad, these insolent Raskals have turn'd 'em all back upon my hands again.
Johns. Strange fellows indeed.
Smi. But pray, Mr. Bayes, how came these two Kings to know of this whisper? for, as I remember, they were not present at it.
Bayes. No, but that's the Actors fault, and not mine; for the Kings should (a pox take 'em) have pop'd both their heads in at the door, just as the other went off.
Smi. That, indeed, would ha' done it.
Bayes. Done it! Ay, I gad, these fellows are able to spoil the best things in Christendom. I'l tell you, Mr. Johnson, I vow to gad, I have been so highly disoblig'd, by the peremptoriness of these fellows, that I am resolv'd, hereafter, to bend all my thoughts for the service of the Nursery, and mump your proud Players, I gad.
SCÆNA III.
Enter Prince Pretty-man.
Pret.How strange a captive am I grown of late!
Shall I accuse my Love, or blame my Fate?
My Love, I cannot; that is too Divine:
And against Fate what mortal dares repine?
Enter Cloris.
Sure 'tis some blazing Comet, is it not? [Lyes down.
Bayes. Blazing Comet! mark that. I gad, very fine.
Pret.
