Colonel E. I tink his coat look de Oldmarket style.
Tall. Yes, but from your coat, and your feathered head, he took you for a drummer.
Colonel E. Sacré Dieu! he did not—Zounds—Damme!
Tall. [To the Colonel.] Yes; but he's such a shot, he'd snuff a candle on your head!
Colonel E. Sir, I vill snuff my head myself; and I vill snuff my nose myself, in spite of any body.
[Takes Snuff in a hasty manner.
Lack. Colonel, without offence to your nose, lend me your little finger.
Tall. Do, he'll give it you again.
Colonel E. [Shaking Hands with Lackland.] Ah, I see he is de true Englishman; for he has de courage to fight, and de good nature to forgive.—Mr. Lackland, vill you dine vid me to-morrow?
Lack. Dine! my dear fellow, I'll breakfast with you—I'll stay a whole month in your house.