Foi. Oh, 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? [190]
Bon. Upon the table, as the saying is.
Aim. Gentlemen—pray—that door—
Foi. No, no, fait, the captain must lead.
Aim. No, doctor, the church is our guide.
Gib. Ay, ay, so it is.
[Exit Foigard foremost, the others following.