_Aim._ Ha! ha! ha! upon my word, I commend you.-- _Enter_ BONIFACE. Well, Mr. Boniface, what's the news? _Bon._ There's another gentleman below, as the saying is, that, hearing you were but two, would be glad to make the third man, if you'd give him leave. _Aim._ What is he? _Bon._ A clergyman, as the saying is. _Aim._ A clergyman!--is he really a clergyman? or is it only his travelling name, as my friend the captain has it. _Bon._ O, sir, he's a priest, and chaplain to the French officers in town. _Aim._ Is he a Frenchman? _Bon._ Yes, sir; born at Brussels. _Gib._ A Frenchman, and a priest! I won't be seen in his company, sir;--I have a value for my reputation, sir. _Aim._ Nay, but, captain, since we are by ourselves--Can he speak English, landlord? _Bon._ Very well, sir; you may know him, as the saying is, to be a foreigner by his accent, and that's all. _Aim._ Then he has been in England before? _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. _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. _Foig._ Save you, gentlemens bote. _Aim._ A Frenchman!--Sir, your most humble servant. _Foig._ 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. _Foig._ My English is very well for the vords; but ve foreigners, you know, cannot bring our tongues about the pronunciation so soon. _Aim._ A foreigner! A downright teague, by this light. [_Aside._] Were you born in France, doctor? _Foig._ 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. _Foig._ Upon my shoul, joy, I cannot tell you as yet. _Aim._ Nay, captain, that was too hard upon the doctor; he's a stranger. _Foig._ O, 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? _Bon._ Upon the table, as the saying is. _Aim._ Gentlemen--pray--that door---- _Foig._ No, no, fait, the captain must lead. _Aim._ No, doctor, the church is our guide. _Gib._ Ay, ay, so it is. [_Exeunt_, FOIGARD _foremost_. SCENE III. _A Gallery in_ LADY BOUNTIFUL'S _House_. _Enter_ ARCHER _and_ SCRUB, _singing, and hugging one another_; SCRUB _with a Tankard in his Hand_--GIPSEY _listening at a Distance_. Scrub. _Tal, all, dal_----Come, my dear boy, let us 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.