Sim. O God, sir! you lie as open to my understanding as a courtezan. I know you as well——
Alb. Somebody knows me yet: praise Heaven, somebody knows me yet!
Sim. Why, look you, sir: I ha’ paid for[485] my knowing of men and women too, in my days: I know you are Francisco Soranza, the perfumer; ay, maugre Signor Satin, ay——
Alb. Do not tempt my patience. Go to; do not——
Sim. I know you dwell in Saint Mark’s Lane, at the sign of the Musk Cat, as well—— 222
Alb. Fool, or mad, or drunk, no more!
Sim. I know where you were dressed, where you were——
Alb. Nay, then, take all!—take all! take all!——
[He bastinadoes Simplicius.
Sim. And I tell not my father; if I make you not lose your office of gutter-master-ship; and you be scavenger next year, well! Come, Holofernes; come, good Holofernes; come, servant. 230