Bayes. Not for the things themselves; for I could write you, sir, forty of 'em in a day: but, egad, these players are such dull persons, that if a man be not by 'em upon every point, and at every turn, egad, they'll mistake you, sir, and spoil all.
Enter a Player.
What, is the funeral ready?
Play. Yes, sir.
Bayes. And is the lance fill'd with wine?
Play. Sir, 'tis just now a-doing.
Bayes. Stay, then, I'll do it myself.
Smith. Come, let's go with him.
Bayes. A match. But, Mr. Johnson, egad, I am not like other persons; they care not what becomes of their things, so they can but get money for 'em: now, egad, when I write, if it be not just as it should be in every circumstance, to every particular, egad, I am no more able to endure it, I am not myself, I'm out of my wits, and all that; I'm the strangest person in the whole world: for what care I for money? I write for reputation. [Exeunt.