ss? De great
man say, "No--, d--n de barbare." [_In a low voice._] I tell de parsone,
sare, I have promise 'pon honare for dress one great man vat is belong to
de Congress, 'bout dis time, sans manquer: De ansare vas (excuse moy,
monsieur), "go to h-ll, if you be please; I must read 'bout de
Constitution." Dis is de ole affair, monsieur, en verite.
LOVEYET. Sixty-three, indeed! Heaven forbid! But if I was so old, my
constitution is good; age is nothing, the constitution is all,--ugh, ugh,
ugh.
TOUPEE. Sare, you vill give me leaf, vat is dat Constitution?
LOVEYET. Hold your prating, you booby.
TOUPEE. You booby,--Vat is dat booby, I vonder!
TRUEMAN. Ha, ha, a good constitution! With great propriety did the man ask
you what constitution you meant. Ha, ha, ha.
TOUPEE. Par Dieu, monsieur de Schoolmastare sall larn a me vat is de booby!
oui, an de Constitution,--foy d'Homme d'Honneur.
TRUEMAN. What a figure for a sound constitution! ha, ha.
LOVEYET. Ugh, hang you for an old simpleton! Talk of _my_ age and
constitution.--Ugh, ugh, ugh.
[_Exit._
TRUEMAN. Fractious old blockhead!
TOUPEE. Blockhead! Pourquoi you call a mine head von block, sare?
TRUEMAN. I mean that old curmudgeon who goes hobbling along there, like a
man of forty.
TOUPEE. Pardonnez moy, monsieur; S'il vous plait, ve make de
eclaircissement, if you tell me vat is de interpretation--you booby.
TRUEMAN. What! have you the effrontery to call me a booby? S'death, you
scoundrel, what do you mean?
TOUPEE. Vous ne m'entendez pas. [_Hastily._
TRUEMAN. Do you threaten me, you insignificant thing? Do you call me names?
TOUPEE. Diable! me no stand under your names.
TRUEMAN. Zounds and fury! I am raving. Must I bear to be abus'd in this
manner, by a vile Tonsor?
TOUPEE. Yes, you Schoolmastare; you tell me vat be you booby.
TRUEMAN. Pertinacious, audacious reptile! [_Canes TOUPEE._
TOUPEE. Ah, mon dieu! mon dieu! [_Runs off._
TRUEMAN. To insult a professor of Orthography, Analogy, Syntax, and
Prosody!
SCENE II. _A Street._
_Enter YOUNG LOVEYET._
In compliance with the commands of a father, here I am, once more in the
place of my nativity. Duty to him, and curiosity to know, why he has
enjoined my sudden departure so peremptorily, as well as a desire to see
New-York (perhaps never to leave it m
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