Indeed, I'll do the best I can To please so kind a gentleman, You lodge with us, and you shall see, How careful poor Nannette will be: So nice, so neat, so clean your room, With beau-pots for the sweet perfume! An't please you, sir, When you get up, Your coffee brown, In China cup, Dinner, desert, And bon souper, Sur mon honneur, At night you be, With waxen taper light to bed By poor Nannette, your chambermaid. (Enter LAPOCHE, gets round, and turns NANNETTE from HENRY.) Lap. Ah! here is fine doings in my house!--And you come here vid your vaxen taper, and your caper; your smile and your smirk, on dis English boy--Pardi! I vill knock his head against de-- (Turns to HENRY.) Hope you had a good sleep, sir. (To NANNETTE.) Get you down stair--I vill tump his nose flat; allez, allez! (Exit NANNETTE.) I hope you find every ting agreeable, sir--hope nobody disturb you, and dat you like your apartements;--here you have all conveniency; here you may have two course and desert; S'il vous plait, you may invite your English friend to drink de bon vin--here in my house you may all get so merry, and so drunk, and laugh and roar, and sing, and knock your fistes against von anoder's head, so friendly, a la mode de Londres--Aha!--you please to valk dis vay, sir; I vill show you your chambre a manger. (Enter NANNETTE.) Nan. Here is---- Lap. Go, get you gone. Vat, you come again here, peeping at de men. Nan. Monsieur, I only want---- Lap. You vant! Oui, I know vat you vant. Allez, allez! Begar, I shall have no girl to myself--all de girl in my house vill come after dis jolie garcon! Nan. Sir, you won't let me tell you, that Colonel Epaulette has sent to know if his new liveries are finished; and the great English squire, Mr. Tally-ho, has sent for his hunting frock. Lap. Colonel Epaulette and Squire Tally-ho, monsieur, dese are my great customer; dey match de two horse to run on de race to-morrow: Dat Squire Tally-ho is fine man. Ah! I do love to vork for Milor Anglaise!--dis vay, s'il vous plait, monsieur--you vill excuse a me-- (To NANNETTE.) Come, he vill excuse a you too. [ (Exeunt.)

Air--Nannette Monologue from Fontainbleau; a comic opera. In three acts

Rehearse Air--Nannette's monologue