SOLDIER.—Your presumption grows intolerable; I'll hold no further parley with thee.
FOOL.—"Herculean gentleman, I dread thy drubs; pity the lifted whites of both my eyes!"
S.—Then speak no more of the things you do but imperfectly understand.
F.—Such censorship would doom all tongues to silence. But show me wherein my knowledge is deficient.
S.—What is an abattis?
F.—Rubbish placed in front of a fort, to keep the rubbish outside from getting at the rubbish inside.
S.—Egad! I'll part thy hair!