Alb. No, no!
I’ll believe nothing! no!
The disadvantage of all honest hearts
Is quick credulity. Perfect state-policy
Can cross-bite[490] even sense. The world’s turn’d juggler!
Casts mists before our eyes. Hey-pass re-pass![491] 280
I’ll credit nothing.
Slip. Good sir!
Alb. Hence, ass!
Doth not opinion stamp the current pass
Of each man’s value, virtue, quality?
Had I engross’d the choice commodities
Of Heaven’s traffic, yet reputed vile,
I am a rascal! O, dear unbelief!
How wealthy dost thou make thy owner’s wit!
Thou train of knowledge! what a privilege
Thou givest to thy possessor! anchor’st him
From floating with the tide of vulgar faith; 290
From being damn’d with multitude’s dear unbelief!
I am a perfumer: ay, think’st thou, my blood,
My brothers know not right Albano yet?
Away! ’tis faithless![492] If Albano’s name
Were liable to sense, that I could taste, or touch,
Or see, or feel it, it might ’tice belief;
But since ’tis voice, and air—Come to the Muskcat, boy;
Francisco, that’s my name; ’tis right: ay, ay,
What do you lack? what is’t you lack? right; that’s my cry.
[Exeunt.
[471] i.e., as if I had been treated for the pox.
[472] Ed. 2. “cause’s.”
[473] Cf. Prologue to Second Part of Antonio and Mellida:—
“And nuzzled ’twixt the breasts of happiness.”
[474] Ed. 2. “our right.”
[475] i.e., tatter’d.