St. Louis. (Pointing to his nose) De Englishman bob wid his head.
Bourguignon. And give me one knock in my Stomach make me tink my Soul and Body, and all come up.
La Fleur. Monsieur—tare all my Coat.
Jack. Who's without there? Roger—let some attend.
(Enter ROGER with his fist doubled)
Roger. It's my Opinion Master I cou'd beat a dozen of 'em, I cou'd indeed.
Jack. What is all the meaning of this?
Roger. They're always doing Keekshaws, and quarrelling with the Cook—so that there's no Peace for us below stairs, and when I was abroad they were always jeering me, and so I bethink me now that I am in a Land of Liberty, a free born Briton shou'd not be impos'd upon by such Powder-Puffs.
Jack. Sirrah! Get out of the Room, or you shall walk off with two Ears less.
Roger. I will Master, thoff an' I said, it's my Opinion I cou'd beat a dozen of un—I cou'd indeed.
(Exit)