I had almost traverst the city round, when through the dusk I saw Gito on the beggars-bench of our inn; I made up to him, and going in, ask’d him, what Ascyltos had got us for dinner? the boy sitting down on the bed, began to wipe the tears that stood in his eyes; I was much concern’d at it, and ask’d him the occasion; he was slow in his answer, and seem’d unwilling; but mixing threats with my intreaties; “’Twas that brother or comrogue of yours,” said he, “that coming ere while into our lodging, wou’d have been at me, and put hard for it.  When I cry’d out, he drew his sword, and ‘if thou art a Lucreece,’ said he, ‘thou hast met a Tarquin.’”

I heard him, and shaking my fist at Ascyltos; “What saist thou,” said I, “thou catamite, whose very breath is tainted?”

He dissembled at first a great trembling, but presently throwing my arms aside, in a higher voice cry’d out:  “Must you be prating, thou ribaldrous cut-throat whom, condemn’d for murdring thine host, nothing but the fall of the stage could have sav’d?  You make a noise, thou night-pad, who when at thy best hadst never to do with any woman but a bawd?  On what account, think ye, was I the same to you in the aviary, that the boy here, now is!”

“And who but you,” interrupted I, “gave me that slip in the portico?” “Why what, my Man of Gotham,” continu’d he, “must I have done, when I was dying for hunger?  Hear sentence forsooth, that is, the ratling of broken glasses, and the expounding of dreams?  So help me Hercules, as thou art the greater rogue of the two, who to get a meals meat wert not asham’d to commend an insipid rhimer.”  When at last, having turn’d the humour from scolding to laughing, we began to talk soberly.

But the late injury still sticking in my stomach, “Ascyltos,” said I, “I find we shall never agree together, therefore let’s divide the common stock, and each of us set up for himself:  Thou’rt a piece of a scholar, and I’ll be no hindrance to thee, but think of some other way; for otherwise we shall run into a thousand mischiefs, and become town-talk.”

Ascyltos was not against it; and “Since we have promis’d,” said he, “as scholars, to sup together, let’s husband the night too:  and to-morrow I’ll get me a new lodging, and some comrade or other.”

“’Tis irksome,” said I, “to defer what we like” (the itch of the flesh occasion’d this hasty parting, tho’ I had been a long time willing to shake off so troublesome an observer of my actions, that I might renew my old intrigue with my Gito).

Ascyltos taking it as an affront, without answering, went off in a heat:  I was too well acquainted with his subtle nature, and the violence of his love, not to fear the effects of so suddain a breach, and therefore made after him, both to observe his designs and prevent them; but losing sight of him, was a long time in pursuit to no purpose.