Enter Frisco.
Fris. O miserable black pudding! If I can tell which is the way to my master's house, I am a red herring, and no honest gentleman.
Alv. Who parlato daer?
Del. Who be der? Who aller der?
Fris. How's this? For my life, here are the strangers! O, that I had the Dutchman's hose, that I might creep into the pockets! they'll three fall upon me, and beat me.
Alv. Who go der ander?
Del. Ami.
Fris. O, brave! Tis nobody but Master Alvaro and the Frenchman going to our house, on my life. Well, I'll have some sport with them, if the watch hinder me not. Who goes there?
Del. Who parle der? In wat plashe, in wat street be you?