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BAYES. There they both whisper.

[Exeunt Whispering. Now, Gentlemen, pray tell me true, and without flattery, is not this a very odd beginning of a Play ?

JOHNs. In troth, I think it is, Sir. But why two Kings of the same place?

Redentare BAYES. Why? because it's new; and that's it I aim Thea

alar at. I despise your Fohnson, and Beaumont, that borrow'd all they writ from Nature: I am for fetching it purely out of my own fancie, I. SMI. But what think you of Sir John Suckling, Sir? BAYES. By gad, I am a better Poet than he. SMI. Well, Sir; but pray why all this whispering ?

BAYES. Why, Sir, (besides that it is new, as I told you before) because they are suppos'd to be Polititians; and matters of State ought not to be divulg'd.

SMI. But then, Sir, why

BAYES. Sir, if you'l but respite your curiosity till the end of the fifth Act, you'l find it a piece of patience not ill recompenc'd.

[Goes to the door. JOHNS. How dost thou like this, Frank? Is it not just as I told thee?

SMI. Why, I did never, before this, see any thing in Nature, and all that, (as Mr. Bayes says) fo foolish, but I could give some ghess at what mov'd the Fop to do it; but this, I confess, does go beyond my reach.

Johns. Why, 'tis all alike: Mr. Winter Jhull' has inform'd me of this Play before. And I'l tell thee, Frank, thou shalt not see one Scene here, that either properly ought to come in, or is like any thing thou canst imagine has ever been the practice of the World. And then, when he comes to what he calls good language, it is, as I told thee, very fantastical, most abominably dull, and not one word to the purpose.

SMI. It does surprise me, I am sure, very much.

JOHNS. I, but it won't do so long : by that time thou hast seen a Play or two, that I'l shew thee, thou wilt be pretty well acquainted with this new kind of Foppery.



Enter the two Kings, hand in hand.

Hese are the two Kings of Brent-
ford ; take notice of their stile :
'twas never yet upon the Stage ;
but, if you like it, I could make

a shift, perhaps, to fhew you a whole Play, written all just fo.

i King. Did you observe their whisper, brother King?

2 King. I did; and heard besides a grave Bird sing, That they intend, sweet-heart, to play us pranks.

Bayes. This, now, is familiar, because they are both persons of the same Qualitie.

Smi. 'Sdeath, this would make a man spew. i King. If that design appears,

et 얹 I'l lug 'em by the ears

if. Until I make 'em crack. 2 King. And so will I, i'fack. i King. You must begin, Mon foy. 2 King. Sweet Sir, Pardonnes moy.

BAYES. Mark that: I Makes 'em both speak French, to shew their breeding.

JOHNS. O, 'tis extraordinary fine.
2 King. Then, spite of Fate, we'l thus combined

And, like true brothers, walk still hand in

[Exeunt Reges. JOHNs. This is a very Majestick Scene indeed.

Bayes. Ay, 'tis a cruft, a lasting crust for your Rogue Critiques, I gad: I would fain see the proudest of 'em all but dare to nibble at this; I gad, if they do, this shall rub their gums for 'em, I promise you. It was I, you muft know, writ the Play I told you of, in this very Stile: and shall I tell you a very good jest ? I gad, the Players would not act it: ha, ha, ha.



· The Key 1704 refers Prince Pretty-man's falling asleep in making love, to the play entitled The Lop Lady [by Sir W. BERKELEY] London. fol. 1639. In the fifth edition of The Rehearsal, however there is the following addition to the text.

So; now Prince Prettyman comes in, falls asleep, making Love to his Mistress, which you know, was a grand Intrigue in a late Play, written by a very honeft Gentleman : a Knight.

Bp Percy states that this addition alludes to Querer pro folo querer (To Love only for Love Sake) : a Dramatick romance, written in Spanish by Don ANTONIO HURTADO DE MENDOZA in 1623, and paraphrased in English, in 1654, by Sir R. FANSHAWE, during his Confinement to Tankersy Park in York-fire, by Oliver, after the Battail of Worcester, in which he was taken Prisoner, serving His Majesty (whom God preserve) as Secretary of State. Printed London 1671. 4to.

Bp. Percy thinks the passage had in view is this, in Act i. p. 20.

Felisbravo, the young King of Persia, travelling in search of Zelidaura, Queen of Tartaria (whom, it seems, he had never seen) retires into a wood to shun the noon-tide heat, and taking out his mistress's picture, thus rants.

Fel. If sleep invade me strongly, That may sever
My life some minutes from me, my love never.
But 'tis impossible to seep (we know)
Extended on the Rack: If that be so,

Takes out the Picture.
Dumb Larum, come thou forth : Eloquent Mute,
For whom high Heav'n and Earth commence a Suit :
Of Angel-woman, fair Hermaphrodite !
The Moon's extinguisher ! the Moon-days night!
How could so small a Sphear hold so much day?
O Neep ! now, now, thou conquer's, I'l not own for mine.
Tempest I seek, not calm : If the days thine,
Thou quell'st my body, my Love still is whole :
I give thee all of that which is not Soul.
And, since in Lodgings from the Street Love lies,
Do thou (and spare not) quarter in my Eyes
A while ; I harb'ring so unwelcome Quest
(As men obey thy Brother Death's arrest)
Not as a Lover, but a MORTAL-

He falls asleep with the Picture in his hand.
Rif. He's faln a sleep, so soon? What frailty is ?
More like a Husband, then a Lover, this.
If Lovers take such sleeps, what shall I take,
Whom pangs of Love, nor Honour's Trumpets, 'wake?

Rifaloro falls aseep.

Smi. That's impossible. BAYES. I gad, they would not, Sir: ha, ha, ha. They refus'd it, I gad, the filly Rogues : ha, ha, ha.

JOHNS. Fie, that was rude.

BAYES. Rude! I gad, they are the rudeft, uncivilest persons, and all that, in the whole world : I gad, there's no living with 'em. I have written, Mr. Fohnfon, 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'I 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.'


Enter Prince Pretty-man. Pret.

Ow strange a captive am I grown

of late ! Shall I accuse my Love, or blame

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my Fate ?

My Love, I cannot ; that is too

Divine :
And against Fate what mortal dares repine ?

Enter Cloris.
But here she comes.
Sure 'tis some blazing Cornet, is it not? (Lyes down.

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