Alb. See, see!
Enter Andrea[486] and Randolfo.
Jaco. Francisco, did I not help to clothe thee even now? I would ha’ sworn thee, Albano, my good sweet slave.
[Exit Jacomo.
Alb. See, see! Jesu, Jesu! Impostors! Coney-catchers! Sancta Maria! 249
Ran. Look you. He walks; he feigns most excellent.
And.[487] Accost him first as if you were ignorant
Of the deceit.
Ran. O, dear Albano! now thrice happy eyes,
To view the hopeless presence of my brother!
Alb. Most lovèd kinsman, praise to Heaven, yet
You know Albano. But for yonder slaves—well——
And.[487] Success could not come on more gracious.