Port. Don't tell me! What signifies a Baronet, or a bit of a Lord, who, may be, was never further than sun and fun round London? We have travelled, man! My master has been in Italy, and over the whole island of Spain; talked to the Queen of France, and danced with her at a masquerade. Ay, and such folks don't go to masquerades for nothing; but mum—not a word more—Unless you'll rank my master with a Lord, I'll not be guilty of blabbing his secrets, I assure you.
Crowq. Well, Sir, perhaps you'll throw in a hint or two of other families, where you've lived, that may be worked up into something; and so, Sir, here is one, two, three, four, five shillings.
Port. Well, that's honest, (pocketing the money.) To tell you the truth, I don't know much of my master's concerns yet;—but here comes Monsieur and his gang: I'll pump them: they have trotted after him all round Europe, from the Canaries to the Isle of Wight.
Enter several foreign Servants and two Tradesmen.
(The Porter takes one of them aside.)
Tradesm. Well then, you have shew'd us all?
Frenchm. All, en vérité, Messieurs! you avez seen every ting. Serviteur, serviteur.
[Exeunt Tradesmen.
Ah, here comes one autre curious Englishman, and dat's one autre guinea pour moi.
Enter Saville.
Allons, Monsieur, dis way; I will shew you tings, such tings you never see, begar, in England!—velvets by Le Mosse, suits cut by Verdue, trimmings by Grossette, embroidery by Detanville——