Johns. Pit, box, and gallery,[24] Mr. Bayes.
Bayes. Egad, and you have nick'd it. Hark you, Mr. Johnson, you know I don't flatter; egad, you have a great deal of wit.
Johns. O Lord, sir, you do me too much honour.
Bayes. Nay, nay, come, come, Mr. Johnson, i'faith this must not be said amongst us that have it. I know you have wit, by the judgment you make of this play; for that's the measure we go by: my play is my touchstone. When a man tells me such a one is a person of parts: is he so? say I; what do I do, but bring him presently to see this play: if he likes it, I know what to think of him; if not, your most humble servant, sir; I'll no more of him, upon my word, I thank you. I am Clara voyant, egad. Now here we go on to our business.
Scene II.
Enter the two Usurpers,[25] hand in hand.
Ush. But what's become of Volscius the Great;
His presence has not grac'd our court of late.