LaRole. O le barbare! O de dam sauvage! dis is de most impertinent dog in de vorld. Roast before de fire! Parbleu, mon maître, ve are not de littel pig.
Pendragon. I'm horrified! lost in amazement! but I'll resent it. Damme, I'll caricature him.
LaRole. Oh, I vish I vas fight encore at Saragossa, vis mi lor Villainton; par example, I did get some hard tumps, mai I did get plenti to eat; but ici I ave nosing but de little bear to mange.
Pendragon. Come along—courage, LaRole. We'll fan the Yankee Doodles in our best style, and then get a furlough, and be off to White-Hall, and the rings in our noses will afford anecdotes for the bon-ton for a whole year. Allons.
[Exeunt.
Scene II. The American Camp at daybreak. The drum and fife plays the reveille. Sentinels on duty before the tents.
Lenox enters from the tent on the right, General and Adela from the left.
Lenox. Good morning, general; you are "stirring with the lark"—and you also, Adela.
General. The times require the utmost vigilance, Lenox: the enemy cannot escape a battle now, and we must be prepared at all points to meet him. Decision and energy cannot fail to promote success.
Adela. And what is to become of me, father, in the battle? Am I to ride the old trooper again, and run the risk of having the tip of my nose carried away by a musket ball, and left on the field of battle in all my glory?