SNARL. Which, as Sir John Brute is the exact opposite of a gentleman, he ought to have forgotten.
[Exit L.
SOAP. But you must excuse me now; I will resume your praise at dinner-time.
[Exit, with bows, L.
CLIVE (walks in a rage). We are the most unfortunate of all artists. Nobody regards our feelings. (Quin shakes his head.)
[Enter Call-Boy L.]
CALL-BOY. Mr. Quin and Mrs. Clive!
[Exit Call-Boy L.
QUIN. I shall cut my part in this play.