Fris. Cut him down, Master Mouse; cut him down, and let's see how he'll tumble.
Pis. Why, sauce, who ask'd your counsel! let him down.
What, with a cushion too? why you provided
To lead your life as did Diogenes;
And for a tub to creep into a basket.
Van. Ic sal seg you, vader, ic came here to your huis, and spreak tol de dochterkin.
Fris. Master Mendall, you are welcome out of the basket. I smell a rat: it was not for nothing that you lost me.
Van. O skellum! you run away from me.
Pis. I thought so, sirrah; you gave him the slip.
Fris. Faugh! no, forsooth, I'll tell you how it was. When we came from Bucklersbury into Cornhill, and I had taken the cloak, then you should have turned down on your left hand, and so have gone right forward, and so turned up again, and so have crossed the street; and you, like an ass——
Pis. Why, how now, rascal, is your manners such?
You ass! you dolt! why led you him through Cornhill?
Your way had been to come through Canning Street.[539]
Fris. Why, so I did, sir.
Pis. Why, thou sayest ye were in Cornhill?