SCENE III.

_Enter_ AMARYLLIS, _with a book in her hand, and attendants._

_Ama._ What shout triumphant's that?

_Enter a_ SOLDIER.

_Sold._ Shy maid, upon the river brink, near Twic'nam town, the false assassinate is ta'en.

_Ama._ Thanks to the powers above for this deliverance. I hope,

Its slow beginning will portend A forward exit to all future end.

_Bayes._ Pish! there you are out; to all future end! no, no; to all future END! You must lay the accent upon "end," or else you lose the conceit.

_Smith._ I see you are very perfect in these matters.

_Bayes._ Ay, sir, I have been long enough at it, one would think, to know something.

_Enter_ SOLDIERS, _dragging in an old_ FISHERMAN.

_Ama._ Villain, what monster did corrupt thy mind T' attack the noblest soul of human kind?

Tell me who set thee on.

_Fish._ Prince Prettyman.

_Ama._ To kill whom?

_Fish._ Prince Prettyman.

_Ama._ What! did Prince Prettyman hire you to kill Prince Prettyman?

_Fish._ No; Prince Volscius.

_Ama._ To kill whom?

_Fish._ Prince Volscius.

_Ama._ What! did Prince Volscius hire you to kill Prince Volscius?

_Fish._ No, Prince Prettyman.

_Ama._ So drag him hence, Till torture of the rack produce his sense. [_Exeunt._

_Bayes._ Mark how I make the horror of his guilt confound his intellects; for he's out at one and t'other: and that's the design of this scene.

_Smith._ I see, sir, you have a several design for every scene.

_Bayes._ Ay, that's my way of writing; and so, sir, I can dispatch you a whole play, before another man, egad, can make an end of his plot.