RON. Pandolfo, are you mad? be wise and secret; See you the steep danger you are tumbling in? Know you not that these instruments have power To unlock the hidden'st closets of whole states? And you reveal such mysteries to a servant? Sir, be advis'd, or else you learn no more Of our unknown philosophy. PAN. Enough. What news from Lelio? Shall I have his sister? CRI. He swears and vows he never will consent. She shall not play with worn antiquities, Nor lie with snow and statues; and such replies That I omit for reverence of your worship. PAN. Not have his sister! Cricca, I will have Flavia, Maugre his head:[255] by means of this astrologer, I'll enjoy Flavia. Are the stars yet inclin'd To his divine approach? RON. One minute brings him. CRI. What 'strologer? PAN. The learned man I told thee, The high Almanac of Germany; an Indian Far beyond Trebisond and Tripoli, Close by the world's end: a rare conjuror And great astrologer. His name, pray, sir? RON. Albumazarro Meteoroscopico. CRI. A name of force to hang him without trial. PAN. As he excels in science, so in title. He tells of lost plate, horses, and stray'd cattle Directly, as he had stol'n them all himself. CRI. Or he or some of his confederates. PAN. As thou respect'st thy life, look to thy tongue; Albumazar has an autocousticon. Be silent, reverent, and admire his skill. See what a promising countenance appears! Stand still and wonder--wonder and stand still. SCENE V. ALBUMAZAR, RONCA, PANDOLFO, CRICCA. ALB. Ronca, the bunch of planets new found out, Hanging at the end of my best perspicil, Send them to Galileo at Padua:[256] Let him bestow them where he please. But the stars, Lately discover'd 'twixt the horns of Aries, Are as a present for Pandolfo's marriage, And hence styl'd Sidera Pandolfaea. PAN. My marriage, Cricca! he foresees my marriage: O most celestial Albumazar! CRI. And sends y' a present from the head of Aries.[257] ALB. My almanac, made for the meridian And height of Japan, give't th' East India Company; There may they smell the price of cloves and pepper, Monkeys and china dishes, five years ensuing. And know the success of the voyage of Magores;[258] For, in the volume of the firmament, We children of the stars read things to come, As clearly as poor mortals stories pass'd In Speed or Holinshed. The perpetual motion[259] With a true 'larum in't, to run twelve hours 'Fore Mahomet's return,[260] deliver it safe To a Turkey factor: bid him with care present it From me to the house of Ottoman. RON. I will, sir. CRI. Pray you, stand here, and wonder now for me; Be astonish'd at his jargon,[261] for I cannot. I'll pawn[262] my life he proves a mere impostor. [_Aside._