Alb. What Perfumer? what Jacomo?
Qua. Nay, assure thee, honest Perfumer, good Francisco, we know all, man. Go home to thy civet box; look to the profit, commodity, or emolument of thy musk-cat’s tail: go, clap on your round cap—my “what do you lack,” sir,—for i’faith, good rogue, all’s descried!
Alb. What Perfumer? what musk-cat? what Francisco? What do you lack? Is’t not enough that you kiss’d my wife? 200
Alb. Ay, enough! and may be, I fear me, too much; but you must flout me,—deride me,—scoff me,—keep out,—touch not my porch;—as for my wife!——
Lav. Stir to the door: dare to disturb the match, And by the——
Alb. My sword! menace Albano ’fore his own doors!
Lav. No, not Albano, but Francisco: thus, Perfumer, I’ll make you stink if you stir a——For the rest: well, via, via!
[Exeunt all but Albano, Slip, Simplicius, and Holofernes.
Alb. Jesu, Jesu! what intends this? ha! 211