Bayes. What, sir! why, sir, you should have come out in choler, rouse upon the stage, just as the other went off. Must a man be eternally telling you of these things?
Johns. Sure this must be some very notable matter that he's so angry at.
Smith. I am not of your opinion.
Bayes. Pish! come let's hear your part, sir.
Pret.[27]Bring in my father: why d'ye keep him from me?
Altho' a fisherman, he is my father:
Was ever son yet brought to this distress,
To be, for being a son, made fatherless!
Ah! you just gods, rob me not of a father:
The being of a son take from me rather. [Exit.