_Pal._ That shall be mine. Lo, from this conquering lance Does flow the purest wine of France: [_Fills the bowls out of her lance._ And to appease your hunger, I Have in my helmet brought a pie: Lastly, to bear a part with these, Behold a buckler made of cheese.[40] [_Vanish_ PALLAS. _Bayes._ That's the banquet. Are you satisfied now, sir? _Johns._ By my troth now, that is new, and more than I expected. _Bayes._ Yes, I knew this would please you; for the chief art in poetry is to elevate your expectation, and then bring you off some extraordinary way. _Enter_ DRAWCANSIR. _K. Phys._ What man is this that dares disturb our feast? _Draw._ He that dares drink, and for that drink dares die; And knowing this, dares yet drink on, am I.[41] _Johns._ That is, Mr. Bayes, as much as to say, that though he would rather die than not drink, yet he would fain drink for all that too. _Bayes._ Right; that's the conceit on't. _Johns._ 'Tis a marvellous good one, I swear. _Bayes._ Now, there are some critics that have advis'd me to put out the second _dare_, and print _must_ in the place on't;[42] but, egad, I think 'tis better thus a great deal. _Johns._ Whoo! a thousand times. _Bayes._ Go on then. _K. Ush._ Sir, if you please, we should be glad to know, How long you here will stay, how soon you'll go? _Bayes._ Is not that now like a well-bred person, egad? so modest, so gent! _Smith._ O very like. _Draw._ You shall not know how long I here will stay; But you shall know I'll take your bowls away.[43] [_Snatches the bowls out of the kings' hands and drinks them off._ _Smith._ But, Mr. Bayes, is that, too, modest and gent? _Bayes._ No, egad, sir, but 'tis great. _K. Ush._ Tho', brother, this grum stranger be a clown, He'll leave us sure a little to gulp down. _Draw._ Whoe'er to gulp one drop of this dare think, I'll stare away his very power to drink,[44] [_The two Kings sneak off the stage with their attendants._ I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do because I dare.[45] [_Exit._ _Smith._ I suppose, Mr. Bayes, this is the fierce hero you spoke of? _Bayes._ Yes; but this is nothing. You shall see him in the last act win above a dozen battles, one after another, egad, as fast as they can possibly come upon the stage. _Johns._ That will be a fight worth the seeing, indeed. _Smith._ But pray, Mr. Bayes, why do you make the kings let him use them so scurvily? _Bayes._ Phoo! that's to raise the character of Drawcansir. _Johns._ O' my word, that was well thought on. _Bayes._ Now, sirs, I'll show you a scene indeed; or rather, indeed, the scene of scenes. 'Tis an heroic scene. _Smith._ And pray, what's your design in this scene?