What make you here?
A Servant.
You are just come in time.
’Tis a new piece, the last of all the seven,
For such the number that with us is given.
A dilettante ’twas that wrote the rhyme,
And dilettanti are the actors too.
Excuse me, sirs,—no disrespect to you,
If I seem curt: I am the dilettante
To draw the curtain; and our time is scanty.