Come on, thou gross-headed knave, thou whoreson ass, I say,
Where hast thou been, since we departed to-day?
Enter Ignorance.
Ignorance. Where have I been, quod you? marry, even there I was,
Whereas I would have given an hundred pound, by the mass,
To have been here; for never, since the day I was born,
Was I so near-hand in pieces for to have been torn.
For as I was going up and down in the street,
To see if I could with Hypocrisy meet,
Behold, afar off I began to espy