_Alb._ Had not you come, dear brother Andrea,[488] I think not one would know me. Ulysses' dog Had quicker sense than my dull countrymen; 260 Why, none had known me. _Ran._ Doubt you of that? Would I might die, Had I not known the guile, I would ha' sworn Thou hadst been Albano, my nimble, coz'ning knave. _Alb._ Whip, whip! Heaven preserve all! Saint Mark, Saint Mark! Brother Andrea,[488] be frantic, prithee be; Say I am a perfumer--Francisco. Hay, hay! Is't not some feast-day? You are all rank drunk! Rats, ra-ra-ra-rats, knights of the be-be-be-bell! be-be-bell! _And._[487] Go, go! proceed: thou dost it rare. Farewell. [_Exeunt_ ANDREA[488] _and_ RANDOLFO. _Alb._ Farewell? Ha! Is't even so? Boy, who am I? _Slip._ My Lord Albano! _Alb._ By this breast you lie. 272 The Samian[489] faith is true, true! I was drown'd; And now my soul is skipp'd into a perfumer, A gutter-master. _Slip._ Believe me, sir---- _Alb._ No, no! I'll believe nothing! no! The disadvantage of all honest hearts Is quick credulity. Perfect state-policy Can cross-bite[490] even sense. The world's turn'd juggler! Casts mists before our eyes. Hey-pass re-pass![491] 280 I'll credit nothing. _Slip._ Good sir! _Alb._ Hence, ass! Doth not opinion stamp the current pass Of each man's value, virtue, quality? Had I engross'd the choice commodities Of Heaven's traffic, yet reputed vile, I am a rascal! O, dear unbelief! How wealthy dost thou make thy owner's wit! Thou train of knowledge! what a privilege Thou givest to thy possessor! anchor'st him From floating with the tide of vulgar faith; 290 From being damn'd with multitude's dear unbelief! I am a perfumer: ay, think'st thou, my blood, My brothers know not right Albano yet? Away! 'tis faithless![492] If Albano's name Were liable to sense, that I could taste, or touch, Or see, or feel it, it might 'tice belief; But since 'tis voice, and air--Come to the Muskcat, boy; Francisco, that's my name; 'tis right: ay, ay, What do you lack? what is't you lack? right; that's my cry. [_Exeunt._ [471] _i.e._, as if I had been treated for the pox. [472] Ed. 2. "cause's." [473] Cf. Prologue to _Second Part of Antonio and Mellida_:-- "And _nuzzled 'twixt the breasts_ of happiness." [474] Ed. 2. "our right." [475] _i.e._, tatter'd. [476] Old eds. "Adrian."