SNEER.
Never, while I live!
PUFF.
You observed how she mangled the metre?
DANGLE.
Yes,—egad, it was the first thing made me suspect she was out of her senses!
SNEER.
And pray what becomes of her?
PUFF.
She is gone to throw herself into the sea, to be sure—and that brings us at once to the scene of action, and so to my catastrophe—my sea-fight, I mean.
SNEER.
What, you bring that in at last?
PUFF.
Yes, yes—you know my play is called The Spanish Armada; otherwise, egad, I have no occasion for the battle at all.—Now then for my magnificence!—my battle!—my noise!—and my procession!—You are all ready?
UNDER PROMPTER.
[Within.] Yes, sir.
PUFF.
Is the Thames dressed? Enter THAMES with two ATTENDANTS.
Thames.
Here I am, sir.