r fight de duel, or de enemi, je
suis un soldat.

MAID. Well, if you're a soldier, you have no business to be following me
up and down the house like a pet lamb. Why don't you go to camp?

LAROLE. Camp? vat is de camp? Oho, le champ de bataille; I shall tell
you, mademoiselle, I did fight at the bataille de Vittoria, com un
diable, like littel devil. I did kill beaucoup d'Anglais. Mai my maitre,
le capitain, he did give me a dam tump on my head wis his rapier, and
did knock me down from on top of my horse, and make a me von prisonier.

MAID. Poor fellow! And so, mounsure, you were made prisoner?

LAROLE. Oui, ven I could not run avay, begar I surrender like von brave
homme, and now I am jentiman to capitain Pendragoon; I do brus his coat,
poudre his hair, and pull his corset tight, and ven he was order to come
to Amerique, and fight wis de Yankee Doodel, begar me come too. I arrive
ici, I am here, to make a littel de love to you.

MAID. Well now, once for all, I tell you not to be following me; I don't
like Frenchmen--I can't parlyvoo.

LAROLE. You no like de Frenchiman? O quell barbare! vy you ave von
abominable gout, mademoiselle, von shockin taste. I shall tell you,
mademoiselle, en my contree, en France, de ladies are ver fond of me. O
beaucoup, I am so charmant--so aimable, and so jentee, I have three five
sweetheart, ami de coeur, mai for all dat I do love you ver mush, par
example.

MAID. Let me go! [_Bell rings._] There, your master calls you.

[_Exit._

LAROLE. Dam de littel bell, I vill not come; mon maitre he always
interrupt me ven I make de love to the pretti ladi, he be jealous, begar
I vill not come.

[_Exit opposite side._

_Enter CAPTAIN PENDRAGON, dressed in the British uniform, but in the
extreme of fashion--throws himself into a chair._

PENDRAGON. Oh, curse such roads! My bones are making their way out of
their sockets--such vile, abominable, detestable--Waiter!--If my friends
at Castle Joram only knew the excruciating fatigues which I am
undergoing in this barbarous land--Why, waiter!--or if his highness the
commander-in-chief was only sensible of my great sacrifices to--Why,
waiter! where the devil are you?

_Enter WAITER._

WAITER. Here I be, sir.

PENDRAGON. Why didn't you come when I first called? Do you think I've
got lungs like a hunter? I'm fatigued and hungry. Get