But are for things well said with Spirit and Soul;
’Tis you I mean, whose Judgments will admit
No Interludes of fooling with your Wit;
You’re here defeated, and anon will cry,
’Sdeath! wou’d ’twere Treason to write Comedy.
So! there’s a Party lost; now for the rest,
Who swear they’d rather hear a smutty Jest
Spoken by [Nokes or Angel], than a Scene
Of the admir’d and well penn’d [Cataline];
Who love [the comick Hat], [the Jig and Dance],