Smith (after a pause). Admirable!
Bayes. "At night, into your bosom I will creep,
And buz but softly if you chance to sleep:
Yet in your dreams, I will pass sweeping by,
And then both hum and buz before your eye."
Johns. By my troth, that's a very great promise.
Smith. Yes, and a most extraordinary comfort to boot.
Bayes. "Your bed of love from dangers I will free;
But most from love of any future bee.
And when with pity your heart-strings shall crack,