with variety; don't come always, like the devil, wrapt in flames.
I'll not hear a sentence more, that begins with an 'I burn'--or an
'I beseech you, madam.'

BELL. But tell me how you would be adored. I am very tractable.

BELIN. Then know, I would be adored in silence.

BELL. Humph, I thought so, that you might have all the talk to
yourself. You had better let me speak; for if my thoughts fly to
any pitch, I shall make villainous signs.

BELIN. What will you get by that; to make such signs as I won't
understand?

BELL. Ay, but if I'm tongue-tied, I must have all my actions free
to--quicken your apprehension--and I-gad let me tell you, my most
prevailing argument is expressed in dumb show.


SCENE IX.


[To them] MUSIC-MASTER.

ARAM. Oh, I am glad we shall have a song to divert the discourse.
Pray oblige us with the last new song.

SONG.