Rasor. How now, Modesty!
Madam. Who make you so familiar, Sirrah?
Rasor. My Impudence, Hussy.
Madam. Stand off, Rogue-Face.
Rasor. Ah——Madamoiselle——great News at our House.
Madam. Why, vat be de matter?
Rasor. The Matter?—Why, Uptails All's the Matter.
Madam. Tu te mocque de moy.
Rasor. Now do you long to know the Particulars: The Time when—The Place where—The Manner how. But I don't tell you a Word more.
Madam. Nay, den dou kill me, Rasor.