Johns. Mr. Bayes, methinks this simile wants a little application too.
Bayes. No, faith; for it alludes to passion, to consuming, to dying, and all that; which, you know, are the natural effects of an amour. But I'm afraid this scene has made you sad; for, I must confess, when I writ it, I wept myself.
Smith. No truly, sir, my spirits are almost exhal'd too, and I am likelier to fall asleep.
Prince Prettyman starts up, and says—
Pret. It is resolved! [Exit.
Bayes. That's all.
Smith. Mr. Bayes, may one be so bold as to ask you one question, now, and you not be angry?
Bayes. O Lord, sir, you may ask me anything; what you please; I vow to gad, you do me a great deal of honour: you do not know me, if you say that, sir.
Smith. Then pray, sir, what is it that this prince here has resolved in his sleep?