Harry, bonjour! there's a French salutation
                              
You gave us the counterfeit words last night.
                              
HARRY
                              
Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
                              
HERMIONE
                              
The ship, sir, the slip; can you not defend yourself?
                              
HARRY
                              
Pardon, good Hermione, my business was great;
                              
And I had not the time to waste on words.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
That's not as much as to say, as you said,
                              
It constrains me to the point of frustration.
                              
HARRY
                              
Meaning, you're pissed that I'm prevaricating?
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Thou hast most kindly hit it.
                              
HARRY
                              
A most courteous inquisition.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Nay, I'm at the very pink of courtesy.
                              
HARRY
                              
Pink for flower.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Right.
                              
HARRY
                              
Why, then is my friend well flowered?
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Well said: I follow thy jest now till
                              
Thou hast worn out my patience,
                              
Like the soul of a singularly worn shoe.
                              
HARRY
                              
O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Come on Ron, help me; my wits faint.
                              
HARRY
                              
Giving up so soon? I'll cry a victory.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase,
                              
I have had enough wild-gooses in our adventures
                              
None of which match thy wits than, I am sure,
                              
I have in our time helped you through it all:
                              
Was I not with you there for all those gooses?
                              
HARRY
                              
Thou wast never with me for anything
                              
when thou wast not there for the goose!
                              
HERMIONE
                              
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
                              
HARRY
                              
Nay, good goose, bite not.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; 
                              
it is a most sharp sauce.
                              
HARRY
                              
And is it not well served into a sweet goose?
                              
HERMIONE
                              
O here's a wit of boomslang, but aye me, enough!
                              
HARRY
                              
I can stretch it out longer if thee prefers it.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
                              
But now art thou sociable, now art thou Harry, again?
                              
For this driveling heartache, you've been emoting,
                              
Is like a whining maiden lamenting on her monthly cycle
                              
RON
                              
Stop there, stop there.
                              
HERMIONE
                              
Thou desirest me to stop? Tell thy tale to stop me.
                              
RON
                              
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large?
                              
HERMIONE
                              
O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
                              
for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
                              
meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
                              
HARRY
                              
Here's to thy win in that regard! No more!
                              


                              


                              


                              
To be continued....