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ther die than not drink, yet he would fain drink for all that too.
Bayes. Right; that's the conceipt on't.
Johns. 'Tis a marveilous good one, I swear.
K. Ush. Sir, if you please, we should be glad to know
How long you here will stay, how soon you'l go.
Bayes. Is not that now like a well-bred person, I gad? So modest, so gent!
Smi. O, very like.
Draw. You shall not know how long I here will stay;
But you shall know I'l take my Boles away.
Smi. But, Mr. Bayes, is that (too) modest and gent?
Bayes. No, I glad, Sir, but it's great.
K. Ush. Though, Brother, this grum stranger be a Clown,
He'l leave us, sure, a little to gulp down.
Draw. Who e'er to gulp one drop of this dares think
I'l stare away his very pow'r to drink.
And all this I can do, because I dare. [Exit.
Smi. I suppose, Mr. Bayes, this is the fierce Hero you spoke of.
Bayes. Yes; but this is nothing: you shall see him, in the last Act, win above a dozen battels, one after another, I gad, as fast as they can possibly be represented.
Johns. That will be a sight worth seeing, indeed.
Smi. But pray, Mr. Bayes, why do you make the Kings let him use 'em so scurvily?
Bayes. Phoo! that is to raise the character of Drawcansir.
Johns. O' my word, that was well thought on.
Bayes. Now, Sir, I'l shew you a Scene indeed; or rather, indeed, the Scene of Scenes. 'Tis an Heroick Scene.
Smi. And pray, Sir, what is your design in this Scene?
Bayes. Why, Sir, my design is Roman Cloaths, guildedTrunche-
