OLF. I must go nearer him; he doth not hear.
TAC. And yet methinks, I speak as I was wont;
And—
OLF. Tactus, Tactus!
TAC. Olfactus, as thou lov'st me, come not near me.
OLF. Why, art thou hatching eggs? th'art afeard[185] to break them?
TAC. Touch me not, lest thou chance to break my life.
OLF. What's this under thee?
TAC. If thou meddle with me, I am utterly undone.
OLF. Why, man, what ails thee?
TAC. Let me alone, and I'll tell thee;
Lately I came from fine Phantastes' house.