Johns. Most exceeding well design'd!
Bayes. How do you think I have contriv'd to give a stop to this battle?
Smith. How?
Bayes. By an eclipse; which, let me tell you, is a kind of fancy that was yet never so much as thought of, but by myself, and one person more, that shall be nameless.
Enter Lieutenant-General.
Lieut.-Gen. What midnight darkness does invade the day,
And snatch the victor from his conquer'd prey?
Is the sun weary of this bloody fight,
And winks upon us with the eye of light!
'Tis an eclipse! this was unkind, O moon,