Vols. O inauspicious stars! that I was born
To sudden love, and to more sudden scorn!
Ama. } How! Prince Volscius in love? ha, ha, ha![31]
Clo. } [Exeunt laughing.
Smith. Sure, Mr. Bayes, we have lost some jest here, that they laugh at so.
Bayes. Why, did you not observe? he first resolves to go out of town, and then as he's pulling on his boots, falls in love with her; ha, ha, ha!
Smith. Well, and where lies the jest of that?
Bayes. Ha? [Turns to Johns.
Johns. Why, in the boots: where should the jest lie?
Bayes. Egad, you are in the right: it does lie in the boots—— [Turns to Smith. Your friend and I know where a good jest lies, though you don't, sir.