Thun. I'll give you dash for dash.
Light. I'll give you flash for flash.
Gallants, I'll singe your feather.
Thun. I'll thunder you together.
Both. Look to't, look to't; we'll do't, we'll do't. Look to't,
we'll do't. [Twice or thrice repeated.
[Exeunt ambo.
Bayes. There's no more. 'Tis but a flash of a prologue: a droll.
Smith. Yes, 'tis short indeed; but very terrible.
Bayes. Ay, when the simile's in, it will do to a miracle, egad.
Come, come, begin the play.