Vulcan. Oh, if these are your manners——
Neptune. Pooh! Only my fun.
Fire away with your yarn. Let's see, where had you got to?
Vulcan. You know that I lived some nine years in a grotto,
With Thetis, that belle of the Ocean, and therefore
I'm not such a land-lubber. Not that I care for
Your coarse briny flouts, my old Mulberry-nose.
Neptune. Humph! You've turned a teetotaller now, I suppose,
And should I sing "Hey! Ho! and a bottle of rum,"
You'd not join in the song—or the swizzle?