_Mel._ Come, you have attired some fiddler like Albano, to fright the perfumer; there's the jest. _Enter_[528] RANDOLFO, ANDREA, _and_ JACOMO. _Ran._ Good fortunes to our sister. _Mel._ And a speedy marriage. _And._[529] Then we must wish her no good fortunes. _Jaco._ For shame! for shame! Straight dear your house; sweep out this dust; fling out this trash; return to modesty. Your husband! I say, your husband Albano, that was supposed drown'd, is return'd,--ay, and at the door! 293 _Cel._ Ha, ha! My husband! Ha, ha! _And._[530] Laugh you? Shameless! Laugh you? _Cel._ Come, come, your plot's discover'd. Good faith, kinsmen, I am no scold. To shape a perfumer like my husband! O sweet jest! _Jaco._ Lost[531] hopes! all known. _Cel._ For penance of your fault, will you maintain a jest now? My love hath tired some fiddler like Albano, like the Perfumer. 302 _Lav._ Not I: by blessedness, not I. _Mel._ Come, 'tis true. Do but support the jest, and you shall surfeit with laughter. _Jaco._ Faith, we condescend; 'twill not be cross'd, I see. Marriage and hanging go by destiny. _Alb._ [_without_]. B-b-b-bar out Albano! O adulterous, impudent! _Fran._ [_without_]. B-b-b-bar out Albano! O thou matchless g-g-g-giglet![532] 311 _Qua._ Let them in! Let them in! Now, now, now! Observe, observe! Look, look, look! _Enter_ ALBANO _and_ FRANCISCO. _Jaco._ That same's a fiddler, shaped like thee. Fear nought; be confident: thou shalt know the jest hereafter: be confident; fear nought; blush not; stand firm. 317 _Alb._ Now, brothers; now, gallants; now, sisters; now call [me] a perfumer, a gutter-master. Bar me my house; beat me,--baffle[533] me,--scoff me,--deride me! Ha, that I were a young man again! By the mass, I would ha' you all by the ears, by the mass, law! I am Francisco Soranza! am I not, giglet, strumpet, cutters,[534] swaggerers, brothel-haunters? I am Francisco! O God! O slaves! O dogs, dogs, curs! _Jaco._ No, sir; pray you, pardon us; we confess you are not Francisco, nor a perfumer, but even---- 327 _Alb._ But even Albano. _Jaco._ But even a fiddler,--a minikin-tickler,[535]--a pumpum! _Fran._ A scraper, scraper! Art not asham'd, before Albano's face, To clip his spouse? O shameless, impudent! _Jaco._ Well said, perfumer. _Alb._ A fiddler,--a scraper,--a minikin-tickler,--a pum, a pum!--even now a perfumer,--now a fiddler!--I will be even What You Will. Do, do, do, k-k-k-kiss my wife be-be-be-be-fore---- _Qua._ Why, wouldst have him kiss her behind? _Alb._ Before my own f-f-f-face! 340 _Jaco._ Well done, fiddler! _Alb._ I'll f-f-fiddle ye!