SCENE II.
Enter Prince Prettyman and Prince Volscius.
Nay, hold, hold; pray by your leave a little. Look you, sir, the drift of this scene is somewhat more than ordinary; for I make 'em both fall out because they are not in love with the same woman.
Smith. Not in love? You mean, I suppose, because they are in love, Mr. Bayes?
Bayes. No, sir; I say not in love; there's a new conceit for you. Now speak.
Pret. Since fate, Prince Volscius, now has found the way
For our so long'd-for meeting here this day,
Lend thy attention to my grand concern.
Vols. I gladly would that story from thee learn;