_Bon_. Never, sir; but he's a master of languages, as the saying is; he talks Latin--it does me good to hear him talk Latin. {162} _Aim_. Then you understand Latin, Mr Boniface? _Bon_. Not I, sir, as the saying is; but he talks it so very fast, that I 'm sure it must be good. _Aim_. Pray, desire him to walk up. _Bon_. Here he is, as the saying is. _Enter Foigard_. _Foi_. Save you, gentlemens, bote. _Aim_. [Aside.] A Frenchman!--[To Foigard.] Sir, your most humble servant. {170} _Foi_. Och, dear joy, I am your most faithful shervant, and yours alsho. _Gib_. Doctor, you talk very good English, but you have a mighty twang of the foreigner. _Foi_. My English is very veil for the vords, but we foreigners, you know, cannot bring our tongues about the pronunciation so soon. _Aim_. [_Aside_.] A foreigner! a downright Teague, by this light!--[_Aloud_.] Were you born in France, doctor? {180} _Foi_. I was educated in France, but I was borned at Brussels; I am a subject of the King of Spain, joy. _Gib_. What King of Spain, sir? speak! _Foi_. Upon my shoul, joy, I cannot tell you as yet. _Aim_. Nay, captain, that was too hard upon the doctor; he's a stranger. _Foi_. Oh, let him alone, dear joy; I am of a nation that is not easily put out of countenance. _Aim_. Come, gentlemen, I 'll end the dispute.--Here, landlord, is dinner ready? {190} _Bon_. Upon the table, as the saying is. _Aim_. Gentlemen--pray--that door-- _Foi_. No, no, fait, the captain must lead. _Aim_. No, doctor, the church is our guide. _Gib_. Ay, ay, so it is. [_Exit Foigard foremost, the others following_. ACT III., SCENE III. _The Gallery in Lady Bountiful's House_. _Enter Archer and Scrub singing, and hugging one another, the latter with a tankard in his hand Gipsy listening at a distance_. _Scrub_. _Tall, all, dall!_--Come, my dear boy, let 's have that song once more. _Arch_. No, no, we shall disturb the family.--But will you be sure to keep the secret? _Scrub_. Pho! upon my honour, as I'm a gentleman. _Arch_. 'Tis enough. You must know, then, that my master is the Lord Viscount Aimwell; he fought a duel t' other day in London, wounded his man so dangerously, that he thinks fit to withdraw till he hears whether the gentleman's wounds be mortal or not He never was in this part of England before, so he chose to retire to this place, that's all. {12} _Gip_. And that's enough for me. [_Exit_. _Scrub_. And where were you when your master fought? _Arch_. We never know of our masters' quarrels. _Scrub_. No! if our masters in the country here receive a challenge, the first thing they do is to tell their wives; the wife tells the servants, the servants alarm the tenants, and in half an hour you shall have the whole county in arms. {21}