_Flou._ D'ye hear, waiter? then some young partridge. _Wait._ What else, madam? _Flirt._ Some ruffs. _Wait._ What else, madam? _Flirt._ Some young pheasants. _Wait._ What else, madam? _Flirt._ Some young rabbits; I love rabbits. _Wait._ What else, madam? _Flou._ Stay-- _Mans._ Dis Englis waiter wit his "Wat else, madam," will ruin me, _tête non!_ [_Aside._ _Wait._ What else, madam? _Mans._ "Wat else, madam," agen!--call up the French waiter. _Wait._ What else, madam? _Mons._ Again!--call up the French waiter or _cuisinier, mort! tête! ventre! vite!_--Auh, madam, the stupidity of the Englis waiter! I hate the Englis waiter, _ma foi!_ [_Exit_ Waiter. _Flirt._ Be not in passion, dear monsieur. _Mons._ I kiss your hand, _obligeante_ madam. _Enter a French_ Scullion. _Cher Pierrot, serviteur, serviteur._--[_Kisses the_ Scullion.]--_Or-ça à manger._ _Scull. En voulez-vous_ de cram schiquin? _Flou._ Yes. _Scull._ De partrish, de faysan, de quailles? _Mons._ [_Aside._] This _bougre_ vil ruine me too; but he speak wit dat _bel_ eyre and grace, I cannot bid him hold his tongue, _ventre! C'est assez, Pierrot, va-t'en._ [_Exit_ Scullion, _and returns._ _Scull._ And de litel plate de-- _Mons. Jarni! va-t'en._ [_Exit_ Scullion, _and returns._ _Scull._ And de litel plate de-- _Mons. De grace_, go dy way. [_Exit_ Scullion, _and returns._ _Scull._ And de litel de-- _Mons. De fromage de Brie, va-t'en!_--go, go. _Flou._ What's that? cheese that stinks? _Mons._ Ay, ay, be sure it stinke extremente. _Pierrot, va-t'en;_ but stay till I drink dy health:--here's to dat pretty fellow's health, madam. _Flirt._ Must we drink the scullion's health? _Mons._ Auh, you will not be _désobligeante_, madam; he is the _cuisinier_ for a king, nay, for a cardinal or French abbot. [_Drinks. Exit_ Scullion. _Flou._ But how shall we divertise ourselves till supper be ready? _Flirt._ Can we have better _divertissement_ than this gentleman? _Flou._ But I think we had better carry the gentleman home with us, and because it is already late, sup at home, and divertise the gentleman at cards, till it be ready.--D'ye hear, waiter? let it be brought, when 'tis ready, to my lodging hard by, in Mustard-Alley, at the sign of the Crooked-billet. _Mons._ At the Crooked-billet! _Flirt._ Come, sir, come. _Mons. Morbleu!_ I have take the vow (since my last clap) never to go again to the _bourdel_. _Flou._ What is the _bourdel_? _Mons._ How call you the name of your house? _Flirt._ The Crooked-billet. _Mons._ No, no, the--bawdy-house, _vert_ and _bleu!_ _Flirt._ How, our lodging! we'd have you to know-- _Mons._ Auh, _morbleu!_ I would not know it; de Crooked-billet, ha! ha! _Flirt._ Come, sir. _Mons._ Besides, if I go wit you to the _bourdel_, you will tell, _morbleu!_ _Flou._ Fy! fy! come along. _Mons._ Beside, I am to be married within these two days; if you should tell now-- _Flirt._ Come, come along, we will not tell.