Psyllus. Well, I will be the cryer.
Manes and Psyllus (one after another). O ys! O ys! O ys![867] All manner of men, women, or children, that will come to morrow 75 into the market place betweene the houres of nine and ten shall see Diogenes the Cynicke—flie.[868]
Psyllus. I doe not thinke he will flie.
Manes. Tush, say "flie!"
Psyllus. Flie. 80
Manes. Now let us goe; for I will not see him againe till midnight,—I have a backe way into his tub.
Psyllus. Which way callest thou the backe way, when every way is open?
Manes. I meane to come in at his backe. 85
Psyllus. Well, let us goe away, that we may returne speedily.
Exeunt.