Patrick. There's many a thrue word said in joke, Captain. And now, if you will go and get the bit of pork that we saved from the rack, I'll go to the house there beyant, and ax some of them to lind me the loan of a gridiron.
Captain. But, Patrick, this is France, and they are all foreigners here.
Patrick. Well, and how do you know but I am as good a furriner myself as any o' them.
Captain. What do you mean, Patrick?
Patrick. Parley voo frongsay?
Captain. O, you understand French, then, is it?
Patrick. Throth, you may say that, Captain dear.
Captain. Well, Patrick, success to you. Be civil to the foreigners, and I'll be back with the pork in a minute.
[He goes out.
Patrick. Ay, sure enough, I'll be civil to them; for the Frinch are always mighty p'lite intirely, and I'll show them I know what good manners is. Indade, and here comes munseer himself, quite convaynient. (As the Frenchman enters, Patrick takes off his hat, and making a low bow, says:) God save you, sir, and all your children. I beg your pardon for the liberty I take, but it's only being in disthress in regard of ateing, that I make bowld to trouble ye; and if you could lind me the loan of a gridiron, I'd be intirely obleeged to ye.