Sideboard. I can't say.
Roger. They call it Beff—and sometimes they call it Bulli, the honest Beef of old England is call'd Beff by un. And what do you think they call the French King?
Sideboard. The grand Monarque.
Roger. It's worser than that, it is not as you read in the Flying Mercury and the Country Journal, but they call un the King of France, they do indeed.
Sideboard. Hush! The bell rings, I must go into 'em.
Roger. Do so, Master Sideboard, and I'll step down—Beff, I'll tell you what Master Sideboard, it's my Opinion they'll never come to speak English while they live—Beff. (Exeunt)
(Scene discovers them [JACK, WILDFIRE, FOXCHASE,
SIR ROBERT, ABBÉ, and FLORID] at Table)
Jack. Mort de ma Vie! I am burnt alive.
Wildfire. Come, come, off with your Glass.
Foxchase. Ay, ay, off with this Bumper.