Trueman. What! have you the effrontery to call me a booby? S'death, you scoundrel, what do you mean?
Toupee. Vous ne m'entendez pas.
[Hastily.
Trueman. Do you threaten me, you insignificant thing? Do you call me names?
Toupee. Diable! me no stand under your names.
Trueman. Zounds and fury! I am raving. Must I bear to be abus'd in this manner, by a vile Tonsor?
Toupee. Yes, you Schoolmastare; you tell me vat be you booby.
Trueman. Pertinacious, audacious reptile!
[Canes Toupee.
Toupee. Ah, mon dieu! mon dieu!