Mr. Pow. Madam, if you won't let 'em proceed, we shan't do the first Act this Morning.
Mar. I have no Patience! I wish you wou'd be a Monster, Mr. Powell, for once, but then I cou'd not match you neither.
Mr. Pow. I thank you Madam, come, these will mend with Practice.
Mar.——Come begin then, and go thro' with it roundly.
1st.——Well, Brother Monster, what do you do here?
2d.——I come to put the Critticks in a mortal Fear.
1st.——I'm also sent upon the same Design.
2d.——Then let's our heavy Trunchions shake and joyn.
Mar. Ah! The Devil take thee, for a squeaking Treble! D'ye mention shaking your Trunchions, and not so much as stir 'em, Block! By my hopes of Cataline, you shall never speak it, give me the Papers quickly.
[Throws their Trunchions down.