Indeed 'twas truth I meant, sir, and no insult.
MARSH.
Sit down. Sit down. He is a simple fellow. (Taps his forehead.) He means no wrong. We might have sport with him.
RICHARD
(still mock-humble).
If I can serve you, sir, to anything?
MARSH.
Suppose we call for tea?
RICHARD
(simply).
We do not serve it.
MARSH
(amused).