Englishman. Die of hunger, and be hanged to you!
(Pushes through them and enters the church.)
Custodian (in church). You vould like for to see pitchers an’ statchers, eh, sare? Come vid me.
Englishman. No; I’m going to rest a minute. Go away.
(Enter Two Ciceroni.)
First Cicerone (in French). Take you over the church, sir? Show you some funny things.
Second Cicerone (in Italian). Come with me, sir; I understand the antiquities.
Englishman. No, no, no!
(Kneels and prays to Heaven to be left alone one moment. Ciceroni pursue him. He exits shrieking, rushes back to his hotel in a high fever, barricades himself in his room, and, drawing a revolver, threatens to shoot the first person who disturbs him.)