I have seen him in these lunes before.

His abstractions must not taint the good mirth.
_John_ (_continuing to soliloquize_).

O for some friend, now, To conceal nothing from, to have no secrets.
How fine and noble a thing is confidence, How reasonable, too, and almost godlike! Fast cement of fast friends, band of society, Old natural go-between in the world's business, Where civil life and order, wanting this cement, Would presently rush back Into the pristine state of singularity, And each man stand alone.
(_A servant enters_.) _Servant_.

Gentlemen, the fireworks are ready.
1_st Gent_.

What be they?
_Lovel_.