Har. Do, do, good Ferdinand; pummell the loggerhead.
Alv. Is this neit the house of Mester Pisaro?
Heigh. Yes, marry, when? can you tell? how do you? I thank you heartily, my finger in your mouth.
Alv. What be dat?
Heigh. Marry, that you are an ass and a loggerhead, to seek Master Pisaro's house here.
Alv. I pray de gratia, what be dis plashe? What do ye call dis street?
Heigh. What, sir? why, Leadenhall. Could you not see the four spouts as you came along?
Alv. Certamente, Leadenhall, I hit my head by de way; der may be do voer spouts. I pray de gratia, wish be de way to Croche Friars?
Heigh. How, to Crutched Friars? Marry, you must go along till you come to the pump, and then turn on your right hand.
Alv. Signor, a Dio. [Exit Alvaro.