_Mons._ Ay, there is your complaisance: all your Englis complaisance is pledging complaisance, _ventre!_--But if I do you reason here, [_Takes the glass._]--will you do me reason to a little French _chanson à boire_ I shall begin to you?--[_Sings._] _"La bouteille, la bouteille--"_ _Mar._ [_To_ GERRARD.] I had rather keep company with a set of wide-mouthed, drunken cathedral choristers. _Ger._ Come, sir, drink; and he shall do you reason to your French song, since you stand upon't.--Sing him "Arthur of Bradley," or "I am the Duke of Norfolk." _Mons._ Auh! _tête bleu!_--an Englis catch! fy! fy! _ventre!_-- _Ger._ He can sing no damned French song. _Mons._ Nor can I drink the damned Englis wine. [_Sets down the glass._ _Ger._ Yes, to that lady's health, who has commanded me to wait upon her to-morrow at her window, which looks (you say) into the inward yard of the Ship tavern, near the end of what-d'ye-call't street. _Mons._ Ay, ay; do you not know her? not you! _vert bleu!_ _Ger._ But, pray repeat again what she said. _Mons._ Why, she said she is to be married to-morrow to a person of honour, a brave gentleman, that shall be nameless, and so, and so forth.--[_Aside._] Little does he think who 'tis! _Ger._ And what else? _Mons._ That if you make not your appearance before her window to-morrow at your wonted hour of six in the morning, to forbid the banns, you must for ever hereafter stay away and hold your tongue; for 'tis the first and last time of asking.--Ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ 'Tis all a riddle to me: I should be unwilling to be fooled by this coxcomb. [_Aside._ _Mons._ I won't tell him all she said, lest he should not go: I would fain have him go for the jest's sake--Ha! ha! ha! [_Aside._ _Ger._ Her name is, you say, Hippolita, daughter to a rich Spanish merchant. _Mons._ Ay, ay, you don't know her, not you! _à d'autre, à d'autre, ma foi!_--ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ Well, I will be an easy fool for once. _Mar._ By all means go. _Mons._ Ay, ay, by all means go--ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ [_Aside._] To be caught in a fool's trap--I'll venture it.--[_Drinks to him._] Come, 'tis her health. _Mons._ And to your good reception--_tête bleu!_--ha! ha! ha! _Ger._ Well, monsieur, I'll say this for thee, thou hast made the best use of three months at Paris as ever English squire did. _Mons._ Considering I was in a dam Englis pension too. _Mar._ Yet you have conversed with some French, I see; footmen, I suppose, at the fencing-school? I judge it by your oaths. _Mons._ French footmen! well, well, I had rather have the conversation of a French footman than of an Englis 'squire; there's for you, da-- _Mar._ I beg your pardon, monsieur; I did not think the French footmen had been so much your friends. _Ger._ Yes, yes, I warrant they have obliged him at Paris much more than any of their masters did. Well, there shall be no more said against the French footmen.