Bayes. Ay, egad, but you will not have patience; honest Mr.—a—you will not have patience.
Johns. Pray, Mr. Bayes, who is that Drawcansir?
Bayes. Why, sir, a fierce hero, that frights his mistress, snubs up kings, baffles armies, and does what he will, without regard to numbers, good manners, or justice.[38]
Johns. A very pretty character!
Smith. But, Mr. Bayes, I thought your heroes had ever been men of great humanity and justice.
Bayes. Yes, they have been so; but for my part, I prefer that one quality of singly beating of whole armies, above all your moral virtues put together, egad. You shall see him come in presently. Zookers, why don't you read the paper? [To the Players.
K. Phys. O, cry you mercy. [Goes to take the paper.
Bayes. Pish! nay you are such a fumbler. Come, I'll read it myself.
[Takes the paper from off the coffin.
Stay, it's an ill hand, I must use my spectacles. This now is a copy of verses, which I make Lardella compose just as she is dying, with design to have it pinn'd upon her coffin, and so read by one of the usurpers, who is her cousin.
Smith. A very shrewd design that, upon my word, Mr. Bayes.
Bayes. And what do you think now, I fancy her to make love like, here, in this paper?