To save the distress'd, and help to 'em to bring,
That ere a full pot of good ale you can swallow,
He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla.
[Bayes fillips his finger, and sings after them.
Bayes. "He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla." This, sir, you must know, I thought once to have brought in with a conjuror.[51]
Johns. Ay, that would have been better.
Bayes. No, faith, not when you consider it; for thus it is more compendious, and does the thing every whit as well.
Smith. Thing! what thing?
Bayes. Why, bring 'em down again into the throne, sir. What thing would you have?
Smith. Well, but methinks the sense of this song is not very plain!