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That ere a Full-pot of good Ale you can swallow,
He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla.
Bayes. He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla. This, Sir, you must know, I thought once to have brought in with a Conjurer.
Johns. I, that would have been better.
Bayes. No, faith, not when you consider it: for thus 'tis more compendious, and does the thing every whit as well.
Smi. Thing! what thing?
Bayes. Why, bring 'em down again into the Throne, Sir; what thing would you have?
Smi. Well; but, methinks, the Sence of this Song is not very plain.
Bayes. Plain? why, did you ever hear any people in Clouds speak plain? They must be all for flight of fancie, at its full range, without the least check, or controul upon it. When once you tye up spirits, and people in Clouds to speak plain, you spoil all.
Smi. Bless me, what a Monster's this!
1 King. Come, now to serious counsel we'l advance.
2 King. I do agree; but first, let's have a Dance.
Bayes. Right. You did that very well, Mr. Cartwright. But first, let's have a Dance. Pray remember that; be sure you do it always just so: for it must be done as if it were the effect of thought, and premeditation. But first, let's have a Dance. Pray remember that.
Smi. Well, I can hold no longer, I must gag this rogue; there's no induring of him.
Johns. No, pr'ythee make use of thy patience a little longer: let's see the end of him now.
Bayes. This, now, is an ancient Dance, of right belongingto
