MONTANUS. Of course I don't deny, you rogue, that I am your brother by birth, but you must realize that you are still a peasant boy, whereas I am a Bachelor of Philosophy. But listen, Jacob,—how are my sweetheart and her father?
JACOB. Very well. They were here a while ago and asked how soon brother would be at home.
MONTANUS. Brother again! It's not from mere pride that I object,
Jacob, but it simply won't do.
JACOB. Then what shall I call you, brother?
MONTANUS. You must call me "Monsieur Montanus," for that is what I am called in Copenhagen.
JACOB. If I could only keep it in my head. Was it "Monsieur
Dromedarius"?
MONTANUS. Can't you hear? I say "Monsieur Montanus."
JACOB. Mossur Montanus, Mossur Montanus.
MONTANUS. That's right. "Montanus" in Latin is the same as "Berg" in
Danish.
JACOB. Then can't I be called "Jacob Montanus"?