Fran. [without]. B-b-b-bar out Albano! O thou matchless g-g-g-giglet![532] 311
Qua. Let them in! Let them in! Now, now, now! Observe, observe! Look, look, look!
Enter Albano and Francisco.
Jaco. That same’s a fiddler, shaped like thee. Fear nought; be confident: thou shalt know the jest hereafter:
be confident; fear nought; blush not; stand firm. 317
Alb. Now, brothers; now, gallants; now, sisters; now call [me] a perfumer, a gutter-master. Bar me my house; beat me,—baffle[533] me,—scoff me,—deride me! Ha, that I were a young man again! By the mass, I would ha’ you all by the ears, by the mass, law! I am Francisco Soranza! am I not, giglet, strumpet, cutters,[534] swaggerers, brothel-haunters? I am Francisco! O God! O slaves! O dogs, dogs, curs!
Jaco. No, sir; pray you, pardon us; we confess you are not Francisco, nor a perfumer, but even—— 327
Alb. But even Albano.
Jaco. But even a fiddler,—a minikin-tickler,[535]—a pumpum!
Fran. A scraper, scraper!
Art not asham’d, before Albano’s face,
To clip his spouse? O shameless, impudent!