SCENE V.

PANDOLFO, ANTONIO.

PAN. Wisely consider'd, Trincalo; 'tis a fair prologue To the comedy ensuing. Now I confess Albumazar had equal power to change And mend thy understanding with thy body. Let me embrace and hug thee for this service: 'Tis a brave onset: O my sweet Trincalo!

ANT. How like you the beginning?

PAN. 'Tis o' th' further side All expectation.

ANT. Was't not right, and spoken Like old Antonio?

PAN.[353] 'Tis most admirable! Were't he himself that spoke, he could not better't. And for thy sake I wish Antonio's shape May ever be thy house, and's wit thy inmate. But where's my plate and cloth of silver?

ANT. Safe.

PAN. They come. Keep state, keep state, or all's discover'd.