1st King. What saucy groom molests our privacies?
1st Her. The army's at the door, and in disguise,
Desires a word with both your majesties.
2nd Her. Having from Knightsbridge hither marched by stealth.
2nd King. Bid 'em attend awhile, and drink our health.
Smith. How, Mr. Bayes, the army in disguise!
Bayes. Ay, sir, for fear the usurpers might discover them, that went out but just now.
Smith. Why, what if they had discover'd them?
Bayes. Why, then they had broke the design.