SCENE II.--MARPLAY, senior, MARPLAY, junior.

_Mar. sen_. Ha, ha, ha!

_Mar. jun_. What do you think of the play?

_Mar. sen_. It may be a very good one, for aught I know: but I am

resolved, since the town will not receive any of mine, they shall have

none from any other. I'll keep them to their old diet.

_Mar. jun_. But suppose they won't feed on't?

_Mar. sen_. Then it shall be crammed down their throats.

_Mar. jun_. I wish, father, you would leave me that art for a

legacy, since I am afraid I am like to have no other from you.

_Mar. sen_. 'Tis buff, child, 'tis buff--true Corinthian brass;

and, heaven be praised, tho' I have given thee no gold, I have given

thee enough of that, which is the better inheritance of the two. Gold

thou might'st have spent, but this is a lasting estate that will stick

by thee all thy life.

_Mar. jun_. What shall be done with that farce which was damned

last night?

_Mar. sen_. Give it them again to-morrow. I have told some

persons of quality that it is a good thing, and I am resolved not to

be in the wrong: let us see which will be weary first, the town of

damning, or we of being damned.

_Mar. jun_. Rat the town, I say.

_Mar. sen_. That's a good boy; and so say I: but, prithee, what

didst thou do with the comedy which I gave thee t'other day, that I

thought a good one?

_Mar. jun_. Did as you ordered me; returned it to the author, and

told him it would not do.

_Mar. sen_. You did well. If thou writest thyself, and that I

know thou art very well qualified to do, it is thy interest to keep

back all other authors of any merit, and be as forward to advance

those of none.

_Mar. jun_. But I am a little afraid of writing; for my writings,

you know, have fared but ill hitherto.

_Mar. sen_. That is because thou hast a little mistaken the

method of writing. The art of writing, boy, is the art of stealing old

plays, by changing the name of the play, and new ones, by changing the

name of the author.

_Mar. jun_. If it was not for these cursed hisses and catcalls----

_Mar. sen_. Harmless musick, child, very harmless musick, and

what, when one is but well seasoned to it, has no effect at all: for

my part, I have been used to them.

_Mar. jun_. Ay, and I have been used to them too, for that

matter.

_Mar. sen_. And stood them bravely too. Idle young actors are

fond of applause, but, take my word for it, a clap is a mighty silly,

empty thing, and does no more good than a hiss; and, therefore, if any

man loves hissing, he may have his three shillings worth at me

whenever he pleases. [_Exeunt_.

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