PUFF. Yes, yes, you will have a battle at last: but, egad, it’s not to be by land, but by sea—and that is the only quite new thing in the piece. DANGLE. What, Drake at the Armada, hey? PUFF. Yes, i’faith—fire-ships and all; then we shall end with the procession. Hey, that will do, I think?, SNEER. No doubt on’t. PUFF. Come, we must not lose time; so now for the under-plot. SNEER. What the plague, have you another plot? PUFF. O Lord, yes; ever while you live have two plots to your tragedy. The grand point in managing them is only to let your under-plot have as little connection with your main-plot as possible.—I flatter myself nothing can be more distinct than mine; for as in my chief plot the characters are all great people, I have laid my under-plot in low life, and as the former is to end in deep distress, I make the other end as happy as a farce.—Now, Mr. Hopkins, as soon as you please. _Enter_ UNDER PROMPTER. UNDER PROMPTER. Sir, the carpenter says it is impossible you can go to the park scene yet. PUFF. The park scene! no! I mean the description scene here, in the wood. UNDER PROMPTER. Sir, the performers have cut it out. PUFF. Cut it out! UNDER PROMPTER. Yes, sir. PUFF. What! the whole account of Queen Elizabeth? UNDER PROMPTER. Yes, sir. PUFF. And the description of her horse and side-saddle? UNDER PROMPTER. Yes, sir. PUFF. So, so; this is very fine indeed!—Mr. Hopkins, how the plague could you suffer this? _Mr. Hop_. [_Within._] Sir, indeed the pruning-knife— PUFF. The pruning-knife—zounds!—the axe! Why, here has been such lopping and topping, I shan’t have the bare trunk of my play left presently!—Very well, sir—the performers must do as they please; but, upon my soul, I’ll print it every word. SNEER. That I would, indeed. PUFF. Very well, sir; then we must go on.—Zounds! I would not have parted with the description of the horse!—Well, sir, go on.—Sir, it was one of the finest and most laboured things.—Very well, sir; let them go on.—There you had him and his accoutrements, from the bit to the crupper.—Very well, sir; we must go to the park scene. UNDER PROMPTER. Sir, there is the point: the carpenters say, that unless there is some business put in here before the drop, they sha’n’t have time to clear away the fort, or sink Gravesend and the river. PUFF. So! this is a pretty dilemma, truly!—Gentlemen, you must excuse me—these fellows will never be ready, unless I go and look after them myself. SNEER. O dear, sir, these little things will happen. PUFF. To cut out this scene!—but I’ll print it—egad, I’ll print it every word! [_Exeunt_.] ACT III. SCENE I.—_The Theatre, before the curtain._ _Enter_ PUFF, SNEER, _and_ DANGLE. PUFF. Well, we are ready; now then for the justices. [_Curtain rises._] JUSTICES, CONSTABLES, &c., _discovered_. SNEER. This, I suppose, is a sort of senate scene. PUFF. To be sure; there has not been one yet. DANGLE. It is the under-plot, isn’t it?