_3rd Play._ "Cloris, at length, being sensible of Prince Prettyman's passion, consents to marry him; but just as they are going to church, Prince Prettyman meeting, by chance, with old Joan, the chandler's widow, and remembering it was she that first brought him acquainted with Cloris; out of a high point of honour, breaks off his match with Cloris, and marries old Joan. Upon which, Cloris, in despair, drowns herself; and Prince Prettyman, discontentedly, walks by the river-side."----This will never do: 'tis just like the rest. Come, let's be gone. _Most of the Players._ Ay, plague on't, let's go away. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ BAYES. _Bayes._ A plague on 'em both for me! they have made me sweat, to run after 'em. A couple of senseless rascals, that had rather go to dinner, than see this play out, with a plague to 'em. What comfort has a man to write for such dull rogues! Come, Mr.--a--where are you, sir? Come away, quick, quick. _Enter_ STAGE-KEEPER. _Stage-keep._ Sir: they are gone to dinner. _Bayes._ Yes, I know the gentlemen are gone; but I ask for the players. _Stage-keep._ Why, an't please your worship, sir, the players are gone to dinner too. _Bayes._ How! are the players gone to dinner? 'tis impossible: the players gone to dinner! egad, if they are, I'll make 'em know what it is to injure a person that does them the honour to write for 'em, and all that. A company of proud, conceited, humorous, cross-grain'd persons, and all that. Egad, I'll make 'em the most contemptible, despicable, inconsiderable persons, and all that, in the whole world, for this trick. Egad, I'll be revenged on 'em; I'll sell this play to the other house. _Stage-keep._ Nay, good sir, don't take away the book; you'll disappoint the company that comes to see it acted here this afternoon. _Bayes._ That's all one, I must reserve this comfort to myself, my play and I shall go together; we will not part, indeed, sir. _Stage-keep._ But what will the town say, sir? _Bayes._ The town! why, what care I for the town? Egad, the town has us'd me as scurvily as the players have done: but I'll be reveng'd on them too; for I'll lampoon 'em all. And since they will not admit of my plays, they shall know what a satirist I am. And so farewell to this stage, egad, for ever. [_Exit_ BAYES. _Enter_ PLAYERS. _1st Play._ Come, then, let's set up bills for another play. _2nd Play._ Ay, ay; we shall lose nothing by this, I warrant you. _1st Play._ I am of your opinion. But before we go, let's see Haynes and Shirley practise the last dance; for that may serve us another time. _2nd Play._ I'll call 'em in: I think they are but in the tyring-room. [_The dance done._] _1st Play._ Come, come; let's go away to dinner. [_Exeunt omnes._ EPILOGUE.