Vols. Let my Parthenope at length prevail.
Bayes. Civil, egad.
Pret. I'll sooner have a passion for a whale;
In whose vast bulk, tho' store of oil doth lie,
We find more shape, more beauty in a fly.
Smith. That's uncivil, egad.
Bayes. Yes; but as far-fetched a fancy, tho', egad, as e'er you saw.
Vols. Soft, Prettyman, let not thy vain pretence
Of perfect love defame love's excellence: