Mr. Prais. Dear Madam, are these crawling things to speak, or no?
Mar. Patience is a great Vertue, Mr. Praisall.
Mr. Awd. And your Spectators must exercise it, o'my Conscience.
Mar. Pray now, my Lord, be pleas'd to suppose this is the Emperor's Wedding-day. Musick and the Dance.
Dance upon all Four.
SONG.
What's the whispering for?
One of the Men.) Why, Madam, to tell you the truth, in short, we are not able to continue in this Posture any longer, without we break our Backs; so we have unanimously resolv'd to stand upright.
(All the Men and Women stand up, when they're come forward.
Mr. Prais. Hey! heres another Surprize!