BULLER.
Lord High Admiral though you be, sir, you must obey the laws of the service—
NORTH.
I see how it is.
BULLER.
How is it?
NORTH.
But it will soon wear off—that's the saving virtue of Champagne.
BULLER.
Champagne indeed! Small Beer, smaller than the smallest size. You have not the heart, sir, to give Champagne.