Ivan. She's lovelier than ever. Happy fate,
Her beauteous face once more to contem——
Isaac.Plate!
Ivan. That scamp, Sir B., I'll challenge—that's quite clear,
And (if I can) despatch him to his——
Cedric.Beer!
Ivan. I'll meet him boldly with my——
Isaac. Knife and fork!
Ivan. And fight till one of us is dead as——
Sir Brian. Pork!
Ivan. When Richard comes he'll stop such idle praters,
These plottings Normans and base agi——
Isaac. Taters!