Pet. Ah, Baggatelles, Signior, Baggatelles; and now, Signiors, I’ll teach you how to take it with a handsom Grace: Signior, your Hand—and yours, Signior; [Lays Snuff on their hands. —so, now draw your hand to and fro under your Noses, and snuff it hard up—Excellent well.
[They daub all their Noses, and make Grimaces, and sneeze.
Sir Sig. Methinks, Signior, this Snuff stinks most damnably: pray, what scent do you call this?
Pet. Cackamarda Orangate, a rare Perfume I’ll assure ye, Sir.
Sir Sig. Cackamarda Orangate; and ‘twere not for the Name of Cackamarda, and so forth, a Man had as good have a Sir-reverence at his Nose.
[Sneezes often, he crys bonprovache.
Pet. Bonprovache—Signior, you do not understand it yet, bonprovache.
Sir Sig. Why, Sir, ‘tis impossible to endure this same Cackamarda; why Assafetida is odoriferous to it. [Sneezing.
Pet. ‘Tis your right Dulce Piquante, believe me:—but come, Signiors, wipe your Noses, and proceed to your giving Lesson.
Sir Sig. As how, Signior?