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Gen. Stand: give the word.
Lieut. Gen. Bright Sword.
Gen. That may be thine,
But 'tis not mine.
Lieut. Gen. Give fire, give fire, at once give fire,
And let those recreant Troops perceive mine ire.
Gen. Pursue, pursue; they fly
That first did give the lye. [Exeunt.
Bayes. This, now, is not improper, I think, because the Spectators know all these Towns, and may easily conceive them to be within the Dominions of the two Kings of Brentford.
Johns. Most exceeding well design'd!
Bayes. How do you think I have contriv'd to give a stop to this battel?
Smi. How?
Bayes. By an Eclipse: Which, let me tell you, is a kind of fancie that was yet never so much as thought of, but by my self, and one person more, that shall be nameless. Come, come in, Mr. ——— a ———.
Enter Lieutenant General.
Lieut. Gen. What mid-night darkness does invade the day,
And snatch the Victor from his conquer'd prey?
Is the Sun weary of this bloudy sight,
And winks upon us with his eye of light?
'Tis an Eclipse. This was unkind, O Moon,
To clap between me, and the Sun so soon.
Foolish Eclipse! thou this in vain hast done;
My brighter honour had Eclips'd the Sun:
But now behold Eclipses two in one. [Exit.
Johns. This is an admirable representation of a Battel, as ever I saw.
Bayes. I, Sir. But how would you fancie now to represent an Eclipse?
Smi. Why, that's to be suppos'd.
Bayes. Suppos'd! Ay, you are ever at your suppose: ha, ha, ha. Why, you may as well suppose the whole Play. No,it
