Flu. ’Tis Bellafront!
Pio. Tis the punk, by th’ Lord!
Duke. Father, what’s she, I pray?
Ans. As yet I know not,
She came in but this day; talks little idly,
And therefore has the freedom of the house.
Bell. Do not you know me?—nor you?—nor you?—nor you?
All. No, indeed.
Bell. Then you are an ass,—and you an ass,—and you are an ass,—for I know you.
Ans. Why, what are they? come, tell me, what are they?
Bell. They’re fish-wives, will you buy any gudgeons? God’s santy![222] yonder come friars, I know them too—