Bayes. Why, it spoil'd me once, egad, one of the sparkishest plays in all England. But a friend of mine, at Gresham College, has promised to help me to some spirit of brains, and, egad, that shall do my business.
Scene II.
Enter the two Kings, hand in hand.
Bayes. Oh, these are now the two kings of Brentford; take notice of their style, 'twas never yet upon the stage: but if you like it, I could make a shift perhaps to show you a whole play, writ all just so.
1st King. Did you observe their whispers, brother king?
2nd King. I did, and heard, besides, a grave bird sing,
That they intend, sweetheart, to play us pranks.
Bayes. This is now familiar, because they are both persons of the same quality.
Smith. S'death, this would make a man sick.