Jeppe—Ha! Ha! I see the table is already set.
Valet—Yes, everything is ready whenever it shall please your lordship to be seated.
(Jeppe seats himself. The others stand back of the chair and laugh at his awkwardness when he reaches his hand into the dish, hiccoughs over the table, and behaves very boorishly.)
Valet—Will my lord let us know what wine he wishes?
Jeppe—You know very well yourselves what wine I am used to drinking in the morning.
Valet—It is Rhenish wine which his lordship is accustomed to drink. If it is not to his lordship's taste he can have another kind.
Jeppe—It is pretty sour. You must put some mead in it to make it good, for I like sweet things.
Valet—Here is some Canary sack, if my lord wishes to taste it.
Jeppe—That is good wine. Let's all drink together! (Every time he drinks the trumpets blow.) Hey! Watch out, fellows! One more glass of sack! Do you understand? Where did you get that ring that you have on your finger?