_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!_ _Ivan._ He'll make 'em in their knavish doings halt; His action will be battery and as---- _Reb._ _Salt!_ _Ivan._ Out of his land he'll soon make each a stepper, When he returns, by Jove, he'll give 'em---- _Isaac._ _Pepper!_ In another scene Isaac gives vent to a piece of mock-heroic execration directed against Brian de Bois-Guilbert:-- Avenge me, then, ye fates, I do implore. May he, like me, be martyr to lumbag_er_, Tic-doloreux, sciatica, and ag_er_, Sore-throats, neuralgia, hooping-cough, and sneezing, Rheumatics, asthma, colds, and bronchial wheezings. And while the north-east wind doth round him blow, Ye clouds, hail, mizzle, drizzle, sleet, and snow; Rain rakes and pitchforks, kittens, cats and dogs, While down his throat pour vapours, mists, and fogs. May broken chilblains ever stud his toes, May icicles hang pendent from his nose, May winter's cold his shaving-water freeze, May he be stopped whene'er he's going to sneeze. And when appalled you loudly call for helps, May palsies seize you---- _Sir B._ Oh, shade of Mr. Phelps![51] [51] Mr. Plowman had Mr. Righton for his Isaac, Miss Kate Bishop for his Ivanhoe, Miss Nelly Bromley for his Rowena, Miss Oliver for his Rebecca, Mr. Alfred Bishop for his Brian de Bois-Guilbert, and Mlle. Cornélie D'Anka for his Richard Coeur-de-Lion.