SERVANT.
Yes, your majesty, he will eat at the little table here with the court fool.
JACKPUDDING (to HINZE).
Let us sit down, otherwise the soup will get cold.
HINZE (sits down).
With whom have I the honor of dining?
JACKPUD.
A man is what he is, Sir Hunter; we cannot all do the same thing. I am a poor, exiled fugitive, a man who was once, a long time ago, witty, but who has now become stupid and re-entered service in a foreign land where he is again considered witty for a while.
HINZE.
From what country do you come?