Sneer. The tragedy, rather, I think, Mr Fustian. But what's become of Trapwit?
Fust. Gone off, I suppose; I knew he would not stay; he is so taken up with his own performances, that he has no time to attend any others. But come, Prompter, will the tragedy never begin?
Enter Prompter.
Promp. Yes, sir, they are all ready; come, draw up the curtain.
[FIREBRAND, LAW, and PHYSICK discovered.
Sneer. Pray, Mr Fustian, who are these personages?
Fust. That in the middle, sir, is Firebrand, priest of the Sun; he on the right represents Law, and he on the left Physick.
Fireb. Avert these omens, ye auspicious stars!
Fust. What omens? where the devil is the thunder and lightning!
Promp. Why don't you let go the thunder there, and flash your rosin? [Thunder and lightning.