ALB. O, were it possible By power of art to check what art hath done, Your man should ne'er be chang'd: to wrong me thus With foul suspicion of flat felony! Your plate, your cloth of silver, wine and jewels, Linen, and all the rest, I gave to Trincalo, And for more safety lock'd them in the lobby. He'll keep them carefully. But, as you love your mistress, Disturb him not this half-hour, lest you'll have him Like to a centaur, half-clown, half-gentleman. Suffer his foot and hand, that's yet untouch'd, To be ennobled like his other members. PAN. Albumazar, I pray you pardon me, Th' unlooked-for bareness of the room amaz'd me. ALB. How! think you me so negligent, to commit So rich a mass of treasure to th' open danger Of a large casement and suspicious alley? No, sir; my sacrifice no sooner done, But I wrapp'd all up safe, and gave it Trincalo. I could be angry, but that your sudden fear Excuses you. Fie! such a noise as this, Half an hour pass'd, had scar'd the intelligences, And spoil'd the work: but no harm done. Go walk Westward, directly westward, one half-hour; Then turn back, and take your servant turn'd t' Antonio, And, as you like my skill, perform your promise, I mean the chain. PAN. Content, let's still go westward---- Westward, good Cricca, still directly westward. [_Exeunt_ PANDOLFO _and_ CRICCA. SCENE III. ALBUMAZAR, RONCA, HARPAX, FURBO. ALB. Harpax, Furbo, and Ronca, come out: all's clear. Why, here's a noble prize, worth vent'ring for. Is not this braver than sneak all night in danger, Picking of locks, or hooking clothes at windows? Here's plate, and gold, and cloth, and meat, and wine, All rich and eas'ly got. Ronca, stay hereabout. And wait till Trincalo come forth; then call him With a low reverence Antonio; Give him this gold with thanks; tell him he lent it, Before he went to Barbary. RON. How! lose ten pieces? ALB. There's a necessity in't: devise some course To get't again; if not, our gain's sufficient To bear that loss. Furbo, find out Bevilona The courtesan; let her feign herself a gentlewoman Enamour'd of Antonio; bid her invite him To banquet with her, and by all means possible Force him stay there two hours. HAR. Why two hours? ALB. That in that time thou mayest convey Our treasure to the inn, and speak a boat Ready for Gravesend, and provide a supper, Where with those precious liquors and good meats We'll cheer ourselves; and thus, well fed and merry, Take boat by night. FUR. And what will you do? ALB. First in, and usher out our changeling, Trincalo. Then finish up a business of great profit, Begun with a rich merchant, that admires My skill in alchemy. I must not lose it.