The knave beginneth to sift me, but I turn my name in and out,
Cretizo cum Cretense,[84] to make him a lout.
[Aside.
Carisophus. What mumble you with yourself, Master Onaphets?
Stephano. I am reckoning with myself how I may pay my debts.
Carisophus. You have paid me more than you did owe me.
Stephano. Nay, upon a farther reckoning, I will pay you more, if I know
Either you talk of that is done, or by your sycophantical envy
You prick forth Dionysius the sooner, that Damon may die:
I will so pay thee, that thy bones shall rattle in thy skin.