Johns. Ay, so do some of our city wits too; but they are of the new kind of wits.
Smith. New kind! what kind is that?
Johns. Why, your virtuousi; your civil persons, your drolls; fellows that scorn to imitate nature; but are given altogether to elevate and surprise.
Smith. Elevate and surprise! prithee, make me understand the meaning of that.
Johns. Nay, by my troth, that's a hard matter: I don't understand that myself. 'Tis a phrase they have got among them, to express their no-meaning by. I'll tell you, as near as I can, what it is. Let me see; 'tis fighting, loving, sleeping, rhyming, dying, dancing, singing, crying; and everything, but thinking and sense.
Mr. Bayes passes over the stage.
Bayes. Your most obsequious, and most observant, very servant, sir.
Johns. Odso, this is an author. I'll go fetch him to you.
Smith. No, prithee let him alone.
Johns. Nay, by the Lord, I'll have him.