[Lies down flat upon his face.
Now mark my note effaut flat. Strike up, music.
Now. [As he rises up hastily, he falls down again.
Ah, gadzookers! I have broke my nose.
Johns. By my troth, Mr. Bayes, this is a very unfortunate note of yours, in effaut.
Bayes. A plague on this old stage, with your nails, and your tenter-hooks, that a gentleman can't come to teach you to act, but he must break his nose, and his face, and the devil and all. Pray, sir, can you help me to a wet piece of brown paper?
Smith. No, indeed, sir, I don't usually carry any about me.
2nd Sold. Sir, I'll go get you some within presently.
Bayes. Go, go, then; I follow you. Pray dance out the dance, and I'll be with you in a moment. Remember you dance like horse-men. [Exit Bayes.
Smith. Like horse-men! what a plague can that be?