Trap. Yes, faith, I have writ one, but——
Sneer. But what?
Trap. Faith, sir, I can get no one to speak it; the actresses are so damn'd difficult to please. When first I writ it they would not speak it, because there were not double-entendres enough in it; upon which I went to Mr Watt's and borrowed all his plays; went home, read over all the epilogues, and crammed it as full as possible; and now, forsooth, it has too many in it. Oons! I think we must get a pair of scales and weigh out a sufficient quantity of that same.
Fust. Come, come, Mr Trapwit, clear the stage, if you please.
Trap. With all my heart; for I have overstayed my time already; I am to read my play to-day to six different companies of quality.
Fust. You'll stay and see the tragedy rehearsed, I hope?
Trap. Faith, sir, it is my great misfortune that I can't; I deny myself a great pleasure, but cannot possibly stay—to hear such damn'd stuff as I know it must be. [Aside.
Sneer. Nay, dear Trapwit, you shall not go. Consider, your advice may be of some service to Mr Fustian; besides, he has stayed the rehearsal of your play——
Fust. Yes, I have—and kept myself awake with much difficulty. [Aside.
Trap. Nay, nay, you know I can't refuse you—though I shall certainly fall asleep in the first act. [Aside.