[KURT prompts him]
Yes, yes.--And now. . .

[HANS the Butcher steps out of his group.]

HANS the Butcher
Hath no man seen the Piper?--Please your worships.

OTHERS
Ay, ay, so!
--Ay, where is he?
--Ho, the Piper!

JACOBUS
Piper, my good man?

HANS the Butcher
--He that charmed the rats!

OTHERS
Yes, yes,--that charmed the rats!

JACOBUS
[piously]
Why, no man knows.--
Which proves him such a random instrument
As Heaven doth sometimes send us, to our use;
Or, as I do conceive, no man at all,--
A man of air; or, I would say--delusion.
He'll come no more.