Smith. Where's the necessity of that, Mr. Bayes?
Bayes. Because she's surpris'd. That's a general rule; you must ever make a simile when you are surpris'd; 'tis the new way of writing.
Cloris.[16] As some tall pine, which we on Ætna find
T' have stood the rage of many a boist'rous wind,
Feeling without that flames within do play,
Which would consume his root and sap away;
He spreads his worsted arms unto the skies,
Silently grieves, all pale, repines and dies:
So shrouded up, your bright eye disappears.
Break forth, bright scorching sun, and dry my tears. [Exit.