Johns. That will be a fight worth the seeing, indeed.
Smith. But pray, Mr. Bayes, why do you make the kings let him use them so scurvily?
Bayes. Phoo! that's to raise the character of Drawcansir.
Johns. O' my word, that was well thought on.
Bayes. Now, sirs, I'll show you a scene indeed; or rather, indeed, the scene of scenes. 'Tis an heroic scene.
Smith. And pray, what's your design in this scene?
Bayes. Why, sir, my design is gilded truncheons, forc'd conceit, smooth verse and a rant; in fine, if this scene don't take, egad, I'll write no more. Come, come in, Mr.—a—nay, come in as many as you can. Gentlemen, I must desire you to remove a little, for I must fill the stage.
Smith. Why fill the stage?
Bayes. Oh, sir, because your heroic verse never sounds well but when the stage is full.