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but receive 'em; especially from a person that does wear the honourable Title you are pleas'd to impose, Sir, upon this.———Sweet Sir, your servant.
Smi. Your humble servant, Sir.
Johns. But wilt thou do me a favour, now?
Bayes. I, Sir: what is't?
Johns. Why, to tell him the meaning of thy last Play.
Bayes. How, Sir, the meaning? do you mean the Plot.
Johns. I, I; any thing.
Bayes. Faith, Sir, the Intrigo's now quite out of my head; but I have a new one, in my pocket, that I may say is a Virgin; 't has never yet been blown upon. I must tell you one thing, 'Tis all new Wit; and, though I say it, a better than my last: and you know well enough how that took. In fine, it shall read, and write, and act, and plot, and shew, ay, and pit, box and gallery, I gad, with any Play in Europe. This morning is its last Rehearsal, in their habits, and all that, as it is to be acted; and if you, and your friend will do it but the honour to see it in its Virgin attire; though, perhaps, it may blush, I shall not be asham'd to discover its nakedness unto you.———I think it is o' this side. Puts his hand in his pocket.
Johns. Sir, I confess I am not able to answer you in this new way; but if you please to lead, I shall be glad to follow you; and I hope my friend will do so too.
Smi. I, Sir, I have no business so considerable, as should keep me from your company.
Bayes. Yes, here it is. No, cry your mercy: this is my book of Drama Common places; the Mother of many other Plays.
Johns. Drama Common places! pray what's that?
Bayes. Why, Sir, some certain helps, that we men of Art have found it convenient to make use of.
Smi. How, Sir, help for Wit?
Bayes. I, Sir, that's my position. And I do here averr, That no man yet the Sun e'er shone upon, has parts sufficient to furnish out a Stage, except it be with the help of these my Rules.
Johns.
