Why, Jacques Aquadent,
And Peter Plombiere, but,
Sir Peter.
What colour'd hair
Has Peter now? has Jacques got bow legs?
John Curzon.
Why, sir, you jest: what matters Jacques' hair,
Or Peter's legs to us?
Sir Peter.
O! John, John, John!
Throw all your mason's tools down the deep well,
Hang Peter up and Jacques; They're no good,
We shall not build, man.
John Curzon (going).
Shall I call the guard
To hang them, sir? and yet, sir, for the tools,
We'd better keep them still; sir, fare you well.
[Muttering as he goes.
What have I done that he should jape at me?
And why not build? the walls are weak enough,
And we've two masons and a heap of tools.
[Goes, still muttering.
Sir Peter.