_Bayes._ Is not that pretty, now? The fiddlers are all in green. _Smith._ Ay, but they play no coranto. _Johns._ No, but they play a tune that's a great deal better. _Bayes._ No coranto, quoth-a! that's a good one, with all my heart. Come, sing on. _2nd King._ Now mortals that hear How we tilt and career, With wonder will fear The event of such things as shall never appear. _1st King._ Stay you to fulfil what the gods have decreed. _2nd King._ Then call me to help you, if there shall be need. _1st King._ So firmly resolv'd is a true Brentford king, To save the distress'd, and help to 'em to bring, That ere a full pot of good ale you can swallow, He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla. [BAYES _fillips his finger, and sings after them._ _Bayes._ "He's here with a whoop, and gone with a holla." This, sir, you must know, I thought once to have brought in with a conjuror.[51] _Johns._ Ay, that would have been better. _Bayes._ No, faith, not when you consider it; for thus it is more compendious, and does the thing every whit as well. _Smith._ Thing! what thing? _Bayes._ Why, bring 'em down again into the throne, sir. What thing would you have? _Smith._ Well, but methinks the sense of this song is not very plain! _Bayes._ Plain! why, did you ever hear any people in clouds speak plain? They must be all for flight of fancy at its full range, without the least check or control upon it. When once you tie up spirits and people in clouds, to speak plain, you spoil all. _Smith._ Bless me, what a monster's this! [_The two Kings light out of the clouds, and step into the throne._ _1st King._ Come, now to serious counsel we'll advance. _2nd King._ I do agree; but first, let's have a dance. _Bayes._ Right. You did that very well, Mr. Cartwright. But first, let's have a dance. Pray remember that; be sure you do it always just so: for it must be done as if it were the effect of thought and premeditation. But first, let's have a dance; pray remember that. _Smith._ Well, I can hold no longer, I must gag this rogue, there's no enduring of him. _Johns._ No, prithee make use of thy patience a little longer, let's see the end of him now. [_Dance a grand dance._ _Bayes._ This, now, is an ancient dance, of right belonging to the Kings of Brentford; but since derived, with a little alteration, to the Inns of Court. _An Alarm. Enter two Heralds._ _1st King._ What saucy groom molests our privacies? _1st Her._ The army's at the door, and in disguise, Desires a word with both your majesties. _2nd King._ Bid 'em attend awhile, and drink our health. _Smith._ How, Mr. Bayes, the army in disguise! _Bayes._ Ay, sir, for fear the usurpers might discover them, that went out but just now. _Smith._ Why, what if they had discover'd them?