CRI. I fear the skill and cunning of Albumazar With his black art, by whom Pandolfo seeks To compass Flavia, spite of her brother Lelio And his own son Eugenio, that loves her dearly. I'll lose no time, but find them, and reveal The plot, and work to cross this accident. [_Aside._] But, Trincalo, art thou so rash and vent'rous To be transform'd with hazard of thy life? TRIN. What care I for a life, that have a lease For three: but I am certain there's no danger in't. CRI. No danger! cut thy finger, and that pains thee; Then what will't do to shred and mince thy carcase, Bury't in horse-dung, mould it new, and turn it T' Antonio? and, when th' art chang'd, if Lelio Smell out your plot, what worlds of punishment Thou must endure! Poor Trincalo! the desire Of gains abuses thee: be not transform'd. TRIN. Cricca, thou understand'st not: for Antonio, Whom I resemble, suffers all, not I. CRI. Yonder they come; I'll hence, and haste to Lelio. [_Exit._ SCENE V. ALBUMAZAR, PANDOLFO, TRINCALO.[293] ALB. The chamber's fit: provide the plate and hangings, And other necessaries: give strict order The room be cleans'd, perfum'd, and hang'd; meanwhile, With astrolabe[294] and meteoroscope,[295] I'll find the cusp[296] and alfridaria,[297] And know what planet is in cazimi.[298] PAN. All shall be ready, sir, as you command it. TRIN. Doctor Albumazar, I have a vein of drinking; An[299] artery of lechery runs through my body: Pray, when you turn me, gentlemen, preserve Those two, if't may be done with reputation. ALB. Fear not; I'll only call the first good fellowship,[300] And th' other civil recreation. TRIN. And when you come To th' heart, spoil not the love of Armellina; And in my brain leave as much discretion As may spy falsehood in a tavern reckoning; And let me alone for bounty to wink and pay't; And if you change me perfectly, I'll bring y' a dozen knights for customers. ALB. I warrant thee. Sir, are you well instructed In all these necessaries? PAN. They're in my table-book. ALB. Forget not clothes for th' new transform'd, and robes For me to sacrifice--you know the fashion. I'll rather change five, than apparel one: For men have living souls--clothes are unanimate. PAN. Here, take this ring, deliver it to my brother, An officer in the Wardrobe; he'll furnish you With robes and clothes of any stuff or fashion. ALB. Almuten Alchochoden[301] of the stars attend you. PAN. I kiss your hands, divine astrologer. SCENE VI. PANDOLFO, TRINCALO. PAN. Up quickly, Trincalo, to my child Sulpitia; Bid her lay out my fairest damask tablecloths, The fairest Holland sheets, all the silver plate, Two gossip's cups of gold, my greatest diamonds: Make haste.