_Bear up thy learned brow, Albumazar;_ _Live long, of all the world admir'd,_ _For art profound and skill retir'd,_ _To cheating by the height of star:[237]_ _Hence, gipsies, hence; hence, rogues of baser strain,_ _That hazard life for little gain:_ _Stand off and, wonder, gape and gaze afar_ _At the rare skill of great Albumazar._ FUR. Albumazar, Spread out thy nets at large, here's fowl abundance: Pandolfo's ours; I understand his business, Which I filch'd closely[238] from him, while he reveal'd T' his man his purposes and projects. ALB. Excellent! FUR. Thanks to this instrument: for, in pretence Of teaching young Sulpitia, th' old man's daughter, I got access to th' house, and while I waited Till she was ready, overheard Pandolfo Open his secrets to his servant. Thus 'tis: Antonio, Pandolfo's friend and neighbour, Before he went to Barbary, agreed To give in marriage---- ALB. Furbo, this is no place Fit to consider curious points of business: Come, let's away, I'll hear't at large above. Ronca, stay you below, and entertain him With a loud noise, of my deep skill in art; Thou know'st my rosy[239] modesty cannot do it. Harpax, up you, and from my bedchamber, Where all things for our purposes are ready, Second each beck and nod, and word of ours. You know my meaning? HAR. Yes, yes. FUR. Yes, sir. [FURBO _goes out singing, Fa la la, Pandolfo's ours_. SCENE II. RONCA, PANDOLFO, CRICCA. RON. There's old Pandolfo, amorous as youthful May, And grey as January: I'll attend him here. PAN. Cricca, I seek thy aid, not thy cross counsel; I am mad in love with Flavia, and must have her: Thou spend'st thy reasons to the contrary, Like arrows 'gainst an anvil: I love Flavia, And must have Flavia. CRI. Sir, you have no reason; She's a young girl of sixteen, you of sixty. PAN. I have no reason, nor spare room for any. Love's harbinger hath chalk'd upon my heart, And with a coal writ on my brain, for Flavia;[240] This house is wholly taken up for Flavia. Let reason get a lodging with her wit: Vex me no more, I must have Flavia. CRI. But, sir, her brother Lelio, under whose charge She's now after her father's death, sware boldly, Pandolfo never shall have Flavia. PAN. His father, ere he went to Barbary, Promis'd her me: who, be he live or dead, Spite of a list[241] of Lelios, Pandolfo Shall enjoy Flavia. CRI. Sir, y' are too old.