Bayes. Phoo! that's for the better carrying on of the plot.
Johns. Very well.
Phys. Sir, to conclude.
Smith. What, before he begins?
Bayes. No, sir, you must know they had been talking of this a pretty while without.
Smith. Where? in the tyring-room?
Bayes. Why, ay, sir. He's so dull! come, speak again.
Phys. Sir, to conclude, the place you fill has more than amply exacted the talents of a wary pilot; and all these threat'ning storms, which, like impregnate clouds, hover o'er our heads, will (when they once are grasped but by the eye of reason) melt into fruitful showers of blessings on the people.
Bayes. Pray mark that allegory. Is not that good?
Johns. Yes, that grasping of a storm with the eye is admirable.