Smith. Pray how was that, sir?
Bayes. Why, sir, I contriv'd a petticoat to be brought in upon a chair (nobody knew how) into a prince's chamber, whose father was not to see it, that came in by chance.
Johns. By-my-life, that was a notable contrivance indeed.
Smith. Ay, but Mr. Bayes, how could you contrive the stomach-ache?
Bayes. The easiest i' th' world, egad: I'll tell you how. I made the prince sit down upon the petticoat, no more than so, and pretended to his father that he had just then got the gripes: whereupon his father went out to call a physician, and his man ran away with the petticoat.
Smith. Well, and what follow'd upon that?
Bayes. Nothing, no earthly thing, I vow to gad.
Johns. On my word, Mr. Bayes, there you hit it.
Bayes. Yes, it gave a world of content. And then I paid 'em away besides; for it made them all talk beastly: ha, ha, ha, beastly! downright beastly upon the stage, egad, ha, ha, ha! but with an infinite deal of wit, that I must say.