_Sol._ Then I will shine [_To the tune of_ "Trenchmore." _Bis._ _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. Let petty kings the names of parties know: Where'er I come, I slay both friend and foe. The swiftest horse-men my swift rage controls, And from their bodies drives their trembling souls. If they had wings, and to the gods could fly, I would pursue and beat 'em through the sky; And make proud Jove, with all his thunder, see This single arm more dreadful is than he. [_Exit._ _Bayes._ There's a brave fellow for you now, sirs. You may talk of your Hectors, and Achilles's, and I know not who; but I defy all your histories, and your romances too, to show me one such conqueror, as this Drawcansir. _Johns._ I swear, I think you may. _Smith._ But, Mr. Bayes, how shall all these dead men go off? for I see none alive to help 'em. _Bayes._ Go off! why, as they came on, upon their legs: how should they go off? Why, do you think the people here don't know they are not dead? he is mighty ignorant, poor man: your friend here is very silly, Mr. Johnson; egad, he is. Ha, ha, ha! Come, sir, I'll show you how they shall go off. Rise, rise, sirs, and go about your business.[62] There's go off for you now; ha, ha, ha! Mr. Ivory, a word. Gentlemen, I'll be with you presently. [_Exit._ _Johns._ Will you so? Then we'll be gone. _Smith._ Ay, prithee let's go, that we may preserve our hearing. One battle more will take mine quite away. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ BAYES _and_ PLAYERS. _Bayes._ Where are the gentlemen? _1st Play._ They are gone, sir. _Bayes._ Gone! 'sdeath, this act is best of all. I'll go fetch 'em again. [_Exit._ _1st Play._ What shall we do, now he is gone away? _2nd Play._ Why, so much the better; then let's go to dinner. _3rd Play._ Stay, here's a foul piece of paper. Let's see what 'tis. _3rd or 4th Play._ Ay, ay, come, let's hear it. [_Reads. The argument of the fifth act._