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Enter Amarillis with a Book in her hand and Attendants.
Ama. What shout Triumphant's that?
Enter a Souldier.
Sol. Shie maid, upon the River brink, near Twick'nam Town, the assassinate is tane.
Ama. Thanks to the Powers above, for this deliverance.
I hope its slow beginning will portend
A forward Exit to all future end.
Bayes. Pish, there you are out; to all future end? No, no; to all future end; you must lay the accent upon end, or else you lose the conceipt.
Johns. Indeed the alteration of that accent does a great deal, Mr. Bayes.
Bayes, O, all in all, Sir: they are these little things that mar, or set you off a Play.
Smi. I see you are very perfect in these matters.
Bayes. I, Sir; I have been long enough at it to know something.
Enter Souldiers dragging in an old Fisherman.
Ama. Villain, what Monster did corrupt thy mind
T'attaque the noblest soul of humane kind?
Tell me who set thee on.
Fish. Prince Pretty-man.
Ama. To kill whom?
Fish. Prince Pretty-man.
Ama. What, did Prince Pretty-man hire you to kill Prince Pretty-man?
Fish. No; Prince Volscius.
Ama. To kill whom?
Fish. Prince Volscius.
Ama. What, did Prince Volscius hire you to kill Prince Volscius?
Fish. No; Prince Pretty-man.
Ama. So, drag him hence,
Till torture of the Rack produce his sence. [Exeunt.
Bayes. Mark how I make the horror of his guilt confound his intellects; for that's the design of this Scene.
Smi.
