Johns. That, ay, that, we know well enough, can never fail you.
Bayes. No, egad, can't it. Come, bring in the dance. [Exit to call the Players.
Smith. Now, the plague take thee for a silly, confident, unnatural, fulsome rogue.
Enter Bayes and Players.
Bayes. Pray dance well before these gentlemen; you are commonly so lazy, but you should be light and easy, tah, tah, tah.
[All the while they dance, Bayes puts them out with teaching them.
Well, gentlemen, you'll see this dance, if I am not deceiv'd, take very well upon the stage, when they are perfect in their motions, and all that.
Smith. I don't know how 'twill take, sir; but I am sure you sweat hard for't.
Bayes. Ay, sir, it costs me more pains and trouble to do these things than almost the things are worth.
Smith. By my troth, I think so, sir.