APEMANTUS.
No, ’tis to thyself.
[To the Fool.] Come away.
ISIDORE’S SERVANT.
[To Varro’s servant.] There’s the fool hangs on your back already.
APEMANTUS.
No, thou stand’st single; thou’rt not on him yet.
CAPHIS.
Where’s the fool now?
APEMANTUS.
He last asked the question. Poor rogues and usurers’ men, bawds between gold and want.
ALL SERVANTS.
What are we, Apemantus?
APEMANTUS.
Asses.
ALL SERVANTS.
Why?
APEMANTUS.
That you ask me what you are, and do not know yourselves. Speak to ’em, fool.
FOOL.
How do you, gentlemen?