loss: Now I understand him; this is almost English.

_Trick._ English! away, you fop: 'tis a kind of _lingua Franca_, as I
have heard the merchants call it; a certain compound language, made up
of all tongues, that passes through the Levant.

_Limb._ This _lingua_, what you call it, is the most rarest language!
I understand it as well as if it were English; you shall see me answer
him: _Seignioro, stay a littlo, and consider wello, ten guinnio is
monyo, a very considerablo summo._

_Trick._ Come, you shall make it twelve, and he shall take it for my
sake.

_Limb._ Then, _Seignioro,_ for _Pugsakio, addo two moro: je vous donne
bon advise: prenez vitement: prenez me à mon mot._

_Wood._ _Io losero multo; ma pergagnare il vestro costumo, datemi
hansello._

_Limb._ There is both _hansello_ and _guinnio; tako, tako,_ and so
good-morrow.

_Trick._ Good-morrow, seignior; I like your spirits very well; pray
let me have all your essence you can spare.

_Limb._ Come, _Puggio,_ and let us retire in _secreto_, like lovers,
into our _chambro_; for I grow _impatiento--bon matin, monsieur, bon
matin et bon jour._ [_Exeunt_ LIMBERHAM _and_ TRICKSY.