SCAENA IV.
COme, Sir; let's state the matter of fact, and lay our heads together.
Right: lay our heads together. I love to be merry sometimes; but when a knotty point comes, I lay my head close to it, with a pipe of Tobacco in my mouth, and then I whew it away, i'faith.
I do just so, I gad, always.
The grand question is, whether they heard us whi∣sper? which I divide thus: into when they heard, what they heard, and whether they heard or no.
Most admirably divided, I swear.
As to the when; you say just now: so that is answer'd. Then, for what; why, what answers it self: for what could they hear, but what we talk'd of? So that, naturally, and of necessity, we come to the last question, Videlicet, whether they heard or no?
This is a very wise Scene, Mr. Bayes.
Yes; you have it right: they are both Polititians. I writ this Scene for a pattern, to shew the world how men should talk of business.
You have done it exceeding well, indeed.
Yes, I think this will do.
Well, if they heard us whisper, they'l turn us out, and no bodie else will take us.