I'd make that god subscribe himself a devil.[47]
Bayes. Ay, gadzookers, that's well writ!
[Scratching his head, his peruke falls off.
Vols. Could'st thou that god from heaven to earth translate,
He could not fear to want a heav'nly state;
Parthenope, on earth, can heav'n create.
Pret. Cloris does heav'n itself so far excel,
She can transcend the joys of heav'n in hell.
Bayes. There's a bold flight for you now! 'sdeath, I have lost my peruke. Well, gentlemen, this is what I never yet saw any one could write, but myself. Here's true spirit and flame all through, egad. So, so, pray clear the stage. [He puts 'em off the stage.
Johns. I wonder how the coxcomb has got the knack of writing smooth verse thus.