Orb. And I will be fine.
Luna. And I will drink nothing but Lippara wine.[61]
Omnes. And we, &c. [As they dance the hey, Bayes speaks.
Bayes. Now the earth's before the moon: now the moon's before the sun: there's the eclipse again.
Smith. He's mightily taken with this, I see.
Johns. Ay, 'tis so extraordinary, how can he choose?
Bayes. So, now, vanish eclipse, and enter t'other battle, and fight. Here now, if I am not mistaken, you will see fighting enough.
[A battle is fought between foot and great hobby-horses. At last, Drawcansir comes in and kills them all on both sides. All the while the battle is fighting, Bayes is telling them when to shout, and shouts with 'em.
Draw. Others may boast a single man to kill;
But I the blood of thousands daily spill.