Lady Brute. No Epilogue!
Belinda. I swear I know of none. }
Lord! How shall we excuse it to the Town? }
Bel. Why, we must e'en say something of our own. }
Lady Brute. Our own! Ay, that must needs be precious stuff.
Bel. I'll lay my Life, they'll like it well enough.
Come, faith, begin——
Lady Brute. Excuse me, after you.
Bel. Nay, pardon me for that, I know my Cue.
Lady Brute. O for the World, I would not have Precedence.
Bel. O Lord!
Lady Brute. I swear——