ALB. Lead then with happy foot to view the chamber. PAN. I go, sir. Trincalo, attend us here, And not a word, on peril of thy life. TRIN. Sir, if they kill me, I'll not stir a foot; And if my tongue's pull'd out, not speak a word. SCENE IV. TRINCALO, CRICCA. TRIN. O, what a business 'tis to be transform'd! My master talks of four-and-twenty hours: But, if I mew these flags[290] of yeomanry, Gild in the sear,[291] and shine in bloom of gentry, 'Tis not their 'strology nor sacrifice Shall force me cast that coat. I'll ne'er part with't, Till I be sheriff of th' county, and in commission Of peace and quorum. Then will I get m' a clerk, A practis'd fellow, wiser than my worship, And domineer amongst my fearful neighbours. And feast them bountifully with their own bribes. CRI. Trincalo! TRIN. Wear a gold chain at every quarter sessions, Look big and grave, and speak not one wise word. CRI. Trincalo! TRIN. Examine wenches got with child, and curiously Search all the circumstances: have blank mitti-muses Printed in readiness; breathe nought but, _Sirrah_, _Rogue, ha? ho? hum? Constable, look to your charge;_ Then vouch a statute and a Latin sentence, Wide from the matter. CRI. Trincalo! TRIN. License all ale-houses; Match my son Transformation t' a knight's daughter, And buy a bouncing pedigree of a Welsh herald: And then---- CRI. What! In such serious meditations? TRIN. Faith, no; but building castles in the air While th' weather's fit: O Cricca, such a business! CRI. What is't? TRIN. Nay, soft; they're secrets of my master, Lock'd in my breast: he has the key at's purse-strings.[292] CRI. My master's secret! keep it, good farmer, keep it; I would not lend an ear to't, if thou'dst hire me. Farewell. TRIN. O, how it boils and swells! if I keep't longer, 'Twill grow t' impostume in my breast, and choke me. Cricca! CRI. Adieu, good Trincalo; the secrets of our betters Are dangerous: I dare not know't. TRIN. But, hear'st thou! Say, I should tell, can'st keep as close as I do? CRI. Yes: but I had rather want it. Adieu. TRIN. Albumazar---- CRI. Farewell. TRIN. Albumazar---- CRI. Prythee. TRIN. Albumazar, Th' astrologer, hath undertook to change me T' Antonio's shape: this done, must I give Flavia To my old master, and his maid to Trincalo. CRI. But where's Pandolfo and Albumazar? TRIN. Gone newly home to choose a chamber fitting For transmutation. So: now my heart's at ease.