TRIP. I will try and not deserve it, Mr. Soaper!
SOAP. At your service, Mr. Snarl!
[Exit.
CIB. Serve ’em right—a couple of serpents! or rather one boa-constrictor—Soaper slavers, for Snarl to crush (crosses to L.). But we were all too hard on poor Trip: and if he will accept my apology——
TRIP. Thank you! “Colley Cibber’s Apology” can be got at any book-stall.
CIB. Confound his impertinence! Come along, Jemmy!
QUIN. If ever you paint my portrait——
TRIP. The bear from Hockley Hole shall sit for the head.
QUIN. Curse his impudence! Have with you, Mr. Cibber.
[Exeunt Cibber and Quin, L. D.