Smith. It does surprise me, I'm sure, very much.
Johns. Ay, but it won't do so long: by that time thou hast seen a play or two, that I'll show thee, thou wilt be pretty well acquainted with this new kind of foppery.
Smith. Plague on't, but there's no pleasure in him: he's too gross a fool to be laugh'd at.
Enter Bayes.
Johns. I'll swear, Mr. Bayes, you have done this scene most admirably; tho' I must tell you, sir, it is a very difficult matter to pen a whisper well.
Bayes. Ay, gentlemen, when you come to write yourselves, on my word, you'll find it so.
Johns. Have a care of what you say, Mr. Bayes; for Mr. Smith there, I assure you, has written a great many fine things already.
Bayes. Has he, i'fackins? why then pray, sir, how do you do when you write?
Smith. Faith, sir, for the most part, I am in pretty good health.