SBRI. How is that?

MR. POUR. You can't think what has happened to me in that house where
you took me.

SBRI. No! What has happened?

MR. POUR. I thought I should be well feasted there.

SBRI. Well?

MR. POUR. I leave you in this gentleman's hands. Doctors dressed in
black. In a chair. Feel the pulse. In proof of what I say. He is mad.
Two big, fat-faced fellows, with large-brimmed hats. _Buon di, buon
di._ Six pantaloons. Ta, ra, ta, toi, ta, ra, ta, ta, toi.
_Allegramente, Monsu Pourceaugnac_, Take, Sir; take, take. It is
gentle, gentle, gentle. _Piglialo su, Signor Monsu; piglialo,
piglialo su_. I never was so surfeited with absurdities in all my
life.

SBRI. What does it all mean?

MR. POUR. It means, Sir, that this gentleman, with all his kissing
and hugging, is a deceitful rascal, who has sent me to that house to
play me some trick.

SBRI. Is it possible?

MR. POUR. It is, indeed. They were a dozen devils at my heels, and I