Bayes. No, no; that won't do. Besides, I have made another.
Johns. What other, sir?
Bayes. Why, sir, my other is Thunder and Lightning.
Johns. That's greater; I'd rather stick to that.
Bayes. Do you think so? I'll tell you then; tho' there have been many witty prologues written of late, yet, I think, you'll say this is a non pareillo: I'm sure nobody has hit upon it yet. For here, sir, I make my prologue to be a dialogue; and as, in my first, you see, I strive to oblige the auditors by civility, by good nature, good language, and all that; so, in this, by the other way, in terrorem, I choose for the persons Thunder and Lightning. Do you apprehend the conceit?
Johns. Phoo, phoo! then you have it cock-sure. They'll be hang'd before they'll dare affront an author that has 'em at that lock.
Bayes. I have made, too, one of the most delicate dainty similes in the whole world, egad, if I knew but how to apply it.
Smith. Let's hear it, I pray you.
Bayes. 'Tis an allusion to love.