Andel. But hast thou no sharper reasons than this?
Shad. Yes, one: the dagger of Cyprus had never stabbed out such six penny pipes, but for hunger.
Andel. Why, you dolt, these pipes[374] are but in their minority.
Shad. My belly and my purse have been twenty times at dagger’s drawing, with parting the little urchins.
Enter Fortunatus.
Amp. Peace, idiot, peace, my father is returned.
Fort. Touch me not, boys, I am nothing but air; let none speak to me, till you have marked me well.
Shad. (Chalking Fortunatus’ back.) Now speak your mind.
Amp. Villain, why hast thou chalked my father’s back?
Shad. Only to mark him, and to try what colour air is of.