Mi. How now, Master Wolf?
Wo. Where’s Master Touchstone? I must speak with him presently; I have lost my breath for haste. 21
Mi. What is the matter, sir? Pray all be well!
Wo. Master Deputy Golding is arrested upon an execution, and desires him presently to come to him, forthwith.
Mi. Ay me! do you hear, father?
To. Tricks, tricks, confederacy, tricks! I have ’hem in my nose—I scent ’hem!
Wo. Who’s that? Master Touchstone?
Mist. T. Why, it is Master Wolf himself, husband. 30
Mi. Father!
To. I am deaf still, I say. I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena,[120] the tears of the crocodile nor the howling o’ the Wolf. Avoid my habitation, monsters!