[TRIN.] Pretty soul! such another speech would have drawn off my legs and arms, as easily as hose and doublet. Had I been Trincalo, I'd have sworn th' had cheated: but, fie! 'tis base and clownish to suspect, and ['tis] a gentleman's freeness to part with a cast suit. Now to the business: I'll into my own house, and first bestow Armellina upon Trincalo; then try what can be done for Pandolfo: for 'tis a rule I want t' observe, first do your own affairs, and next your master's. This word master makes me doubt I am not changed as I should be. But all's one: I'll venture, and do something worthy Antonio's name while I have it. SCENE VII. ANTONIO, TRINCALO. ANT. Wretched Antonio! hast been preserv'd so strangely From foreign miseries, to be wrong'd at home? Barr'd from thy house by the scorn of thine own children? [TRINCALO _knocks_. But stay, there's one knocks boldly; 't may be some friend. [TRINCALO _knocks again_. Dwell you here, gentleman? TRIN. He calls me gentleman: See th' virtue of good clothes! All men salute, Honour, respect, and reverence us. ANT. Young gentleman, Let me without offence entreat your name, And why you knock? TRIN. How, sirrah saucebox, my name! Or thou some stranger art or grossly ignorant, That know'st not me. Ha! what art thou that ask'st it? ANT. Be not in choler, sir. TRIN. Befits it me, A gentleman of public reputation, To stoop so low as satisfy the questions Of base and earthly pieces like thyself? What art thou? ha? ANT. Th' unfortunate possessor of this house. TRIN. Thou liest, base sycophant, my worship owes[332] it. ANT. May be, my son hath sold it in my absence, Thinking me dead. How long has't call'd you master? TRIN. 'Long as Antonio possess'd it ANT. Which Antonio? TRIN. Antonio Anastasio. ANT. That Anastasio, That was drown'd in Barbary? TRIN. That Anastasio, That selfsame man, am I: I 'scap'd by swimming, And now return to keep my former promise Of Flavia to Pandolfo; and, in exchange, To take Sulpitia to my wife. ANT. All this I intended 'fore I went: but, sir, if I Can be no other than myself, and you Are that Antonio, you and I are one. TRIN. How? one with thee? speak such another syllable, [_Draws._ And, by the terror of this deadly steel, That ne'er saw light, but sent to endless darkness All that durst stand before't, thou diest. ANT. Alas! My weakness, grown by age and pains of travel, Disarms my courage to defend myself; I have no strength, but patience. TRIN. What art now? [_Threatens him._ ANT. Peter and Thomas, William, what you please. TRIN. What boldness madded thee to steal my name? ANT. Sir, heat of wine.