Alb. Had not you come, dear brother Andrea,[488]
I think not one would know me. Ulysses’ dog
Had quicker sense than my dull countrymen; 260
Why, none had known me.
Ran. Doubt you of that? Would I might die,
Had I not known the guile, I would ha’ sworn
Thou hadst been Albano, my nimble, coz’ning knave.
Alb. Whip, whip! Heaven preserve all! Saint
Mark, Saint Mark!
Brother Andrea,[488] be frantic, prithee be;
Say I am a perfumer—Francisco. Hay, hay!
Is’t not some feast-day? You are all rank drunk!
Rats, ra-ra-ra-rats, knights of the be-be-be-bell! be-be-bell!
And.[487] Go, go! proceed: thou dost it rare. Farewell.
[Exeunt Andrea[488] and Randolfo.
Alb. Farewell? Ha! Is’t even so? Boy, who am I?
Slip. My Lord Albano!
Alb. By this breast you lie. 272
The Samian[489] faith is true, true! I was drown’d;
And now my soul is skipp’d into a perfumer,
A gutter-master.
Slip. Believe me, sir——