TRIN. As fast as Alchochoden and Almuten Can carry me; for (sure) these two are devils. PAN. This is that blessed day I so much long'd for. Four hours' attendance, till my man be chang'd, Fast locks me in the lovely arms of Flavia. Away, Trincalo! how slow the day Slides on! when we desire time's haste, It seems to lose a match with lobsters; And when we wish him stay, he imps his wings With feathers plum'd with thought.[302] Why, Trincalo! TRIN. Here, sir. PAN. Come, let's away for cloth of silver, Wine, and materials for the sacrifice. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VII. LELIO, EUGENIO, CRICCA. LEL. Eugenio, these words are wonders past belief. Is your old father of so poor a judgment, To think it in the power of man to turn One person to another? EUG. Lelio, his desire T' enjoy your sister Flavia begets hope, Which, like a waking dream, makes false appearance Lively as truth itself. LEL. But who's the man That works these miracles? EUG. An astrologer. LEL. How deals astrology with transmutation? CRI. Under the veil and colour of astrology, He clouds his hellish skill in necromancy. Believe it, by some art or false imposture, He'll much disturb your love, and yours, Eugenio. LEL. Eugenio, 'tis high time for us t' awake; And, as you love our Flavia, and I Your sister, fair Sulpitia, let's do something Worthy their beauties. Who falls into a sea Swoll'n big with tempest, but he boldly beats The waves with arms and legs to save his life? So let us strive 'gainst troublous storms of love With our best power, lest after we ascribe The loss to our dull negligence, not fortune. EUG. Lelio, had I no interest in your sister, The holy league of friendship should command me, Besides the seconding Sulpitia's love, Who to your nobleness commends her life. LEL. She cannot outlove me,[303] nor you outfriend me; For th' sacred name whereof I have rejected Your father's offers, importunities, Letters, conditions, servants, friends, and, lastly, His tender of Sulpitia in exchange For Flavia. But though I love your sister Like mine own soul, yet did the laws of friendship Master that strong affection, and deni'd him. EUG. Thanks ever, and as long shall my best service Wait on your will. Cricca, our hope's in thee; Thou must instruct us. CRI. You must trust in fortune, That makes or mars the wisest purposes. LEL. What say'st? what think'st? CRI. Here's no great need of thinking Nor speech; the oil of scorpions cures their poison. The thing itself that's bent to hurt and hinder you, Offers a remedy: 'tis no sooner known, But th' worst on't is prevented. EUG. How, good Cricca?