ALL (except Snarl). Ha! ha!
SNARL. For all this, I maintain on the unalterable rules of art——
ALL. Ha! ha! ha!
SNARL (fiercely). Goths! (Quin and Cibber turn up stage laughing). Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!
CIB. Good morning, Mr. Snarl!
SNARL. I have a criticism to write of last night’s performance. I shall sit on your pictures one day, Mr. Brush.
TRIP. (crosses to Snarl). Pictures are not eggs, Sir—they are not meant to be sat upon.
SNARL. Come, Soaper!
[Exit.
SOAP. You shall always have my good word, Mr. Triplet.