Heigh. Farewell, and be hang'd, signor!
Now, for your fellow, if the ass would come.
Enter Delion.
Del. By my trot, me do so mush tinck of dit gentlewoman, de fine wensh, dat me tinck esh hour ten day, and esh day ten years, till I come to her. Here be de huis of sin vader, sal aller and knock. [He knocks.
Heigh. What a bots ails you, are you mad?
Will you run over me, and break my glasses?
Del. Glasses! wat glasses? Pray, is Monsieur Pisaro to de maison?
Har. Hark, Ned, there's thy substance. [Aside.
Wal. Nay, by the mass, the substance is here,
The shadow's but an ass. [Aside.
Heigh. What Master Pisaro?
Loggerhead! here is none of your Pisaros?
Del. Yes, but dit is de huis of Mester Pisaro.
Wal. Will not this Monsieur Motley[525] take his answer? I'll go and knock the ass about the pate.