excrement. [[Takes off] his false beard.] How now, rustics!
whither are you bound?
Shep. To the palace, [an] it like your worship.
Aut. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names,
your [ages], of what having, breeding, and any thing that is
fitting [to be] known, discover.
Clo. We are but plain fellows, sir.
Aut. A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us