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.
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