TRIN. I am within, thy love; without, thy master. Th' astrologer transform'd me for a day. ARM. Mock not your poor maid, pray you, sir. TRIN. I do not. Now would I break this head against the stones, To be unchang'd; fie on this gentry! it sticks Like birdlime or the pox. I cannot part with't: Within I am still thy farmer Trincalo. ARM. Then must I wait, till old Antonio Be brought to bed of a young[339] Trincalo; Or flay you, and strip you to yourself again. TRIN. Carry me to your chamber. Try me there. ARM. O, sir, by no means; but with my lovely farmer I'd stay all night, and thank him. TRIN. Cross misfortune! Accurs'd Albumazar and mad Pandolfo! To change me thus, that, when I most desire To be myself, I cannot. Armellina, Fetch me a looking-glass. ARM. To what end? TRIN. Fetch one. Let my old master's business sink or swim, This sweet occasion must not be neglected. Now shall I know th' astrologer's skill.[340] O wonderful! Admir'd Albumazar in two transmutations! Here's my old farmer's face. How in an instant I am unchang'd, that was so long a-changing! Here's my flat nose again, &c. Now, Armellina, take thy lov'd Trincalo To thy desired embracements; use thy pleasure, Kiss him thy bellyful. ARM. Not here in public. T' enjoy too soon what pleaseth, is unpleasant: The world would envy that my happiness. Go in, I'll follow you, and in my bedchamber We'll consummate the match in privacy. TRIN. Was not the face I wore far worse than this? But for thy comfort, wench, Albumazar Hath dyed my thoughts so deep i' th' grain of gentry, 'Tis not a glass can rob me of my good fashions And gentleman-like garb. Follow, my dear. ARM. I'll follow you. So, now y' are fast enough. TRIN. Help, Armellina, help! I am fall'n i' th' cellar: Bring a fresh plantain leaf,[341] I have broke my shin. ARM. Thus have I caught m' a husband in a trap, And in good earnest mean to marry him. 'Tis a tough clown, and lusty: he works day and night; And rich enough for me, that have no portion But my poor service. Well, he's something foolish; The better can I domineer, and rule him At pleasure. That's the mark and utmost height We women aim at. I am resolv'd I'll have him. SCENE XII. LELIO, CRICCA. LEL. In, Armellina; lock up Trincalo. ARM. I will, sir. [_Exit._ LEL. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed, Fear not thy master's anger: I'll prefer thee, And count thee as my genius or good fortune. CRI. It cannot choose but take. I know his humour; And can at pleasure feather him with hopes, Making him fly what pitch I wish, and stoop,[342] When I show fowl. LEL. But for the suit of clothes?