Eng. Mons. Do you call dining well, to eat out of a French house.
Vaine. Sir, I understand you as little as you do beef.
Eng. Mons. Why then, to interpret my meaning plainly, if ever you make me such offer again, expect to hear from me next morning—
Vaine. What, that you would not dine with me—
Eng. Mons. No, Sir; that I will fight with you. In short, Sir, I can only tell you, that I had once a dispute with a certain person in this kind, who defended the [II-331,
II-332] English way of eating; whereupon I gent him a challenge, as any man that has been in France would have done. We fought; I killed him: and whereabouts do you think I hit him?
Vaine. I warrant you, in the small guts—
Eng. Mons. I run him through his mistaken palate; which made me think the hand of justice guided my sword.
Eng. Mons. Madam, leading your Ladyship, puts me in mind of France.
Lady. Why, Sir?