Christine. Now, Lenox, now am I fully revenged for your cruel desertion.
[Follows.
End of the First Act.
ACT II.
Scene I. York, in Upper Canada; a Tavern meanly furnished.
Enter LaRole, in pursuit of the chambermaid.
LaRole. Come here, you littel demoiselle—you bootiful sauvage, vy you run vay from me—hay?
Maid. I wish you would let me alone, mounsure, you officers' gentlemen are very disagreeable things.
LaRole. Disagreeable? ma foi! I am one joli garçon, one pretti batchelor; disagreeable? I vill tell you, ma belle grizette, I am maître de mode, I give de leçons for dance, to speake de English, and de Française aussi; I can fence, aha! or fight de duel, or de enemi, je suis un soldat.
Maid. Well, if you're a soldier, you have no business to be following me up and down the house like a pet lamb. Why don't you go to camp?