Bel. O sir, I cry your mercy: pardon this fault, and I'll do as much for you the next time.
Fris. Well, passing over superfluical talk, I pray, what street is this? for it is so dark, I know not where I am.
Bel. Why, art thou drunk? Dost thou not know Fenchurch Street?
Fris. Ay, sir, a good fellow may sometimes be overseen among friends. I was drinking with my master and these gentlemen, and therefore no marvel, though I be none of the wisest at this present. But I pray thee, good-man Butterick, bring me to my master's house.
Bel. Why, I will, I will: push! that you are so strange nowadays; but it is an old-said saw, honours change manners.
Fris. Good-man Butterick, will you walk afore?
Come, honest friends, will you go to our house?
Del. Oui, Monsieur Frisco.
Alv. Si, Signor Frisco.
SCENE II.
Enter Vandal.