LaRole. A chanson? Vell, sair, I shall sing to frighten avay de littel blue devil; vill you I shall sing de English or de Française?
Pendragon. Oh, English, by all means—curse your foreign lingo.
LaRole. Ahem! Ahem! you shall understand.
Vat is dis dull town to me,
Robin Hadair?
Vere is all de joys on earth, dat
Make dis town—
[A bugle sounds without.
Ha! what is dat? who de devil intrup me in my chanson?
Indian Chief. [Speaks without.] Have them all ready, with their rifles and tomahawks in order; [Enters with another Indian.] and you, Coosewatchie, tell our priests to take their stand on yonder hill, and as my warriors pass them, examine whether they have fire in their eyes. [Exit Indian.] How now, who have we here?
Pendragon. [Examining him with his glass.] Where the devil did this character come from? he's one of the fancy, I suppose.
Indian. Who and what are you?
Pendragon. Who am I? Why, sir, I am the honourable captain Pendragon, of his majesty's guards, formerly of the buffs.