Dor. Is’t comedy, tragedy, pastoral, moral, nocturnal, or history? 90
Phi. Faith, perfectly neither, but even What You Will,—a
slight toy, lightly composed, too swiftly finish’d, ill plotted, worse written, I fear me worst acted, and indeed What You Will.
Dor. Why, I like this vein well now.
Atti. Come, we strain the spectators’ patience in delaying their expected delights. Let’s place ourselves within the curtains, for good faith the stage is so very little, we shall wrong the general eye else very much.
Phi. If you’ll stay but a little, I’ll accompany you; I have engaged myself to the author to give a kind of inductive speech to his comedy. 102
Atti. Away! you neglect yourself, a gentleman——
Phi. Tut, I have vow’d it; I am double charged; go off as ’twill, I’ll set fire to it.
Dor. I’ll not stand it; may chance recoil, and be not stuffed with saltpetre: well, mark the report; mark the report.
Phi. Nay, prithee stay; ’slid the female presence, the Genteletza, the women will put me out. 110