Sav. Puppy!—where is your Master?
Port. Zounds! you chattering frog-eating dunderhead, can't you see a Gentleman?—'Tis Mr. Saville.
Frenchm. Monsieur Saville! Je suis mort de peur.—Ten tousand pardons! Excusez mon erreur, and permit me you conduct to Monsieur Doricourt; he be too happy à vous voir.
[Exeunt Frenchman and Saville.
Port. Step below a bit;—we'll make it out some-how!—I suppose a slice of sirloin won't make the story go down the worse.
[Exeunt Porter and Crowquill.
SCENE III.—An Apartment at Doricourt's.
Enter Doricourt.
Doric. (speaking to a servant behind) I shall be too late for St. James's; bid him come immediately.
Enter Frenchman and Saville.
Frenchm. Monsieur Saville.