Colonel E. How is my good Lady de Bull? zounds!
Lady B. Sir, if you're a Frenchman, behave like one.
Colonel E. I vill never behave myself, damme!
Tall. Oh, Captain, you made the betts against my mare—when do we share, my Trojan?
Henry. Sir, I don't understand——
Tall. Why, didn't I pay forfeit, and let the colonel's Black Prince walk over the course to-day?
Henry. And, seriously, did you dare to think that I'd join in such a scandalous affair?
Tall. Then you may fling your cap at Celia.
Henry. Hush! you laid me five thousand yourself—consent to my marriage with your sister, or I'll proclaim you, not only here, at Fontainbleau, but at every racecourse in England.
Tall. I'm had—yes, and tricked, choused, slanged, and banged! Celia, take him against the field—clever—has nicked me, that have nicked hundreds!