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'Decio. Now you shall tell me, who play'd at Cards with you?
Pyramena. None but my Lord Iberio and I plai'd.
Py. Not my Woman, lack
I hope its Now beginning will portend
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 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
Fish. Prince Pretty-man.
Ama. What, did Prince Pretty-man hire you to kill Prince Pretty-man?
Fish. No; Prince Volscius.
Ama. What, did Prince Volscius hire you to kill Prince Volfcius ?
Fi. No; Prince Pretty-man.
[Exeunt. BAYES. Mark how I make the horror of his guilt confound his intellects; for that's the design of this Scene.
Smi. I see, Sir, you have a several design for every Scene.
BAYES. I; that's my way of writing: and so I can dispatch you, Sir, a whole Play, before another man, I gad, can make an end of his Plot. So, now enter
Prince Pretty-man in a rage. Where the Devil is he? Why Pretty-man? why when, I say? O fie, fie, fie, fie; all's marr'd, I vow to gad, quite marr'd.
Enter Pretty-man. Phoo, pox! you are come too late, Sir: now you may go out again, if you please. I vow to gad Mr.
I would not give a button for my Play, now you have done this.
Pret. What, Sir ?
Bayes. What, Sir? 'Slife, Sir, you should have come out in choler, rous upon the Stage, just as the other went off. Must a man be eternally telling you of these things?
JOHNS. Sure this must be some very notable matter that he's so angry at.
Smi. I am not of your opinion.
Although a Fisherman, he is my Father,
The being of a Son take from me rather. [Exit. Smi. Well, Ned, what think you now?
JOHNS. A Devil, this is worst of all. Pray, Mr. Bayes, what's the meaning of this Scene?
BAYES. O, cry you mercie, Sir: I purtest I had forgot to tell you. Why, Sir, you must know, that, long before the beginning of this Play, this Prince was taken by a Fisherman.
SMI. How, Sir, taken Prisoner?
BAYES. Taken Prisoner ! O Lord, what a question's there ! did ever any man ask such a question ? Taken Prisoner ! Godfookers, he has put the Plot quite out of my head, with this damn'd question. What was I going to say ?
JOHNs. Nay, the Lord knows: I cannot imagine.
BAYES. Stay, let me see; taken: 0 'tis true. Why, Sir, as I was going to say, his Highness here, the