Pis. Can you? I pray let's hear some.
Fris. Nay, I must have my mouth full of meat first, and then you shall hear me grumble it forth full-mouth; as, haunce butterkin slowpin frokin. O,[486] I am a simple Dutchman. Well, I'll about it.
Pis. Stay, sirrah, you are too hasty; for he must speak one language more.
Fris. More languages? I trust he shall have tongues enough for one mouth. But what is the third?
Pis. Italian.
Fris. Why, that is the easiest of all, for I can tell whether lie have any Italian in him even by looking on him.
Pis. Can you so? as how?
Fris. Marry, by these three points: a wanton eye, pride in his apparel, and the devil in his countenance. Well, God keep me from the devil in seeking this Frenchman. But do you hear me, master? what shall my fellow Anthony do? it seems he shall serve for nothing but to put Latin into my young mistresses.
Pis. Hence, ass! hence, loggerhead! begone, I say.
And now to you that read philosophy. [Exit Frisco.
Pack from my house: I do discharge thy service,
And come not near my doors: for if thou dost,
I'll make thee a public example to the world.
Anth. Well, crafty fox, you that work by wit,
It may be I may live to fit you yet.