That I design your Merchant. Goes out.
Cur. Your Servant, Sir,—that is Guilliam;
I cannot be mistaken in him, go call him back. Pietro fetches him back, who puts on a surly Face.
—Friend, what art thou?
Guil. What am I? why, what am I? dost thou not see
What I am? a Courtier, Friend.
Cur. But what’s thy Name?
Guil. My Name, I have not yet considered.
Cur. What was thy Name?
Guil. What was my Name?