COM. SEN. What fiery fellow is that, which smokes so much in the mouth?
OLF. It is the great and puissant God of Tobacco.
TOB. Ladoch guevarroh pufuer shelvaro baggon,
Olfia di quanon, Indi cortilo vraggon.
PHA. Ha, ha, ha, ha! this, in my opinion, is the tongue of the
Antipodes.
MEM. No, I remember it very well, it was the language the Arcadians spake that lived long before the moon.
COM. SEN. What signifies it, Olfactus?
OLF. This is the mighty Emperor Tobacco, king of Trinidado, that, in being conquered, conquered all Europe, in making them pay tribute for their smoke.
TOB. Erfronge inglues conde hesingo,
Develin floscoth ma pu cocthingo.
OLF. Expeller of catarrhs, banisher of all agues, your guts' only salve for the green wounds of a non-plus.
TOB. All vulcam vercu, I parda pora si de gratam, ka famala mora, che
Bauho respartera, quirara.