ANA. Hist, hist, Mendacio; I prythee observe Heuresis. It seems he cannot find his master, that's able to find out all things. And art thou now at a fault? Canst not find out thine own master?
HEU. I'll try one more way. O yes![249]
MEN. What a proclamation for him?
ANA. Ay, ay, his nimble head is always full of proclamations.
HEU. O yes!
MEN. But doth he cry him in the wood?
ANA. O good sir, and good reason, for every beast hath Phantasy at his pleasure.
HEU. O yes! If any man can tell any tidings of a spruce, neat, apish, nimble, fine, foolish, absurd, humorous, conceited, fantastic gallant, with hollow eyes, sharp look, swart complexion, meagre face, wearing as many toys in his apparel as fooleries in his looks and gesture, let him come forth and certify me thereof, and he shall have for his reward—
ANA. I can tell you where he is. What shall he have?
HEU. A box o' the ear, sirrah. [Snap.]