Tall. Ay, where is she gone?
Colonel E. Oui, vere have you put her?
Tall. [Resolutely.] Yes, tell me what you have done with her.
Colonel E. Moi?—I did leave her here.
Tall. You mean, you found her here, master poacher.
Enter Sir John Bull.
Tall. So, there, you wouldn't give your daughter to an honest Englishman, and now, she's whipped up by a poaching Frenchman!—I give you joy of your son-in-law, my old nag, ha! ha! ha!
Sir J. B. [To Colonel E.] Where is Doll?
Colonel E. Ask dat gentleman dat did stole her.
Sir J. B. Hearkye, you Yorkshire bite, you sha'n't rob me of my child.