_Lav._ No, not Albano, but Francisco: thus, Perfumer, I'll make you stink if you stir a----For the rest: well, _via, via!_ [_Exeunt all but_ ALBANO, SLIP, SIMPLICIUS, _and_ HOLOFERNES. _Alb._ Jesu, Jesu! what intends this? ha! 211 _Sim._ O God, sir! you lie as open to my understanding as a courtezan. I know you as well---- _Alb._ Somebody knows me yet: praise Heaven, somebody knows me yet! _Sim._ Why, look you, sir: I ha' paid for[485] my knowing of men and women too, in my days: I know you are Francisco Soranza, the perfumer; ay, maugre Signor Satin, ay---- _Alb._ Do not tempt my patience. Go to; do not---- _Sim._ I know you dwell in Saint Mark's Lane, at the sign of the Musk Cat, as well---- 222 _Alb._ Fool, or mad, or drunk, no more! _Sim._ I know where you were dressed, where you were---- _Alb._ Nay, then, take all!--take all! take all!---- [_He bastinadoes_ SIMPLICIUS. _Sim._ And I tell not my father; if I make you not lose your office of gutter-master-ship; and you be scavenger next year, well! Come, Holofernes; come, good Holofernes; come, servant. 230 [_Exeunt_ SIMPLICIUS _and_ HOLOFERNES. _Enter_ JACOMO. _Alb._ Francisco Soranza, and perfumer, and musk-cat, and gutter-master, hay, hay, hay!--go, go, go!--f-f-f-fut!--I'll to the Duke; and I'll so ti-ti-ti-tickle them! _Jaco._ Precious! what means he to go out so soon, Before the dusk of twilight might deceive The doubtful priers? What, holla! _Alb._ Whop! what devil now? _Jaco._ I'll feign I know him not.-- What business 'fore those doors? _Alb._ What's that to thee? _Jaco._ You come to wrong my friend Sir Laverdure. 240 Confess, or---- _Alb._ My sword, boy!--s-s-s-s-soul, my sword! _Jaco._ O, my dear rogue, thou art a rare dissembler! _Alb._ See, see! _Enter_ ANDREA[486] _and_ RANDOLFO. _Jaco._ Francisco, did I not help to clothe thee even now? I would ha' sworn thee, Albano, my good sweet slave. [_Exit_ JACOMO. _Alb._ See, see! Jesu, Jesu! Impostors! Coney-catchers! Sancta Maria! 249 _Ran._ Look you. He walks; he feigns most excellent. _And._[487] Accost him first as if you were ignorant Of the deceit. _Ran._ O, dear Albano! now thrice happy eyes, To view the hopeless presence of my brother! _Alb._ Most lovèd kinsman, praise to Heaven, yet You know Albano. But for yonder slaves--well---- _And._[487] Success could not come on more gracious.