Marl. At the bottom, a calf's tongue and brains.
Hast. Let your brains be knocked out, my good sir; I don't like them.
Marl. Or you may clap them on a plate by themselves. I do.
Hard. (Aside.) Their impudence confounds me. (To them.) Gentlemen, you are my guests, make what alterations you please. Is there any thing else you wish to retrench, or alter, gentlemen?
Marl. Item, A pork pie, a boiled rabbit and sausages, a florentine, a shaking pudding, and a dish of tiff—taff—taffety cream!
Hast. Confound your made dishes. I shall be as much at a loss in this house, as at a green and yellow dinner, at the French ambassador's table. I'm for plain eating.
Hastings.—"Let your brains be knocked
out, my good sir; I don't like them."—p. 338.
Hard. I'm sorry, gentlemen, that I have nothing you like; but if there be any thing you have a particular fancy to——
Marl. Why really, sir, your bill of fare is so exquisite, that any one part of it is full as good as another. Send us what you please. So much for supper: and now to see that our beds are aired, and properly taken care of.