Lap. Oui, it does a tradesman's heart goot to see you—[Aside.]—outside of his door.
Lack. I paid you eight livres a week, wasn't it?
Lap. Oui, monsieur, you did—[Aside.]—promise me dat.
Lack. [Looking.] Ladies! Must attend where beauty calls—[Pulls down his Ruffles.] My dear Henry, at your time, I am yours; from a beef steak to a bottle of burgundy—can't stay now—you know I was always a Philander among the ladies.
[Exit.
Lap. Always great gander among the ladies.
Henry. Poor Lackland!
Lap. Lately from Londres, monsieur? I was vonce great man in Londres; but now I am anoder man.
Henry. Another man! what, then, my motley friend, I suppose you have a character for every country?
Lap. Oui, I have appear in many character, but Londres vas my grand theatre—Ah! England is de great field of battle for us soldiers of fortune; and ven I could no longer fight my vay——