Foig. Och, dear joy, I am your most faithful shervant; and yours alsho.
Gib. Doctor, you talk very good English, but you have a mighty twang of the foreigner.
Foig. My English is very well for the vords; but ve foreigners, you know, cannot bring our tongues about the pronunciation so soon.
Aim. A foreigner! A downright teague, by this light. [Aside.] Were you born in France, doctor?
Foig. I was educated in France, but I was borned at Brussels; I am a subject of the King of Spain, joy.
Gib. What King of Spain, sir? speak.
Foig. Upon my shoul, joy, I cannot tell you as yet.
Aim. Nay, captain, that was too hard upon the doctor; he's a stranger.
Foig. O, let him alone, dear joy, I am of a nation that is not easily put out of countenance.
Aim. Come, gentlemen, I'll end the dispute——Here, landlord, is dinner ready?