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SCENE 6.
Pandolfo, Trincalo.
Pan.
Vp quickly Trincalo to my child Sulpitia,
Bid her lay out my fairest Damaske Table-clothes,
The fairest Holland sheets, all the silver Plate
Two Gossips cups of gold: my greatest Diamonds:
Make haste.
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:
Foure houres attentance, till my man be chang'd,
Fast locks me in the lovely armes of Flavia. Away Trincalo.
How slow the day slides on! When we desire
Times 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. Why Trincalo!
Trin.
Here sir.
Pan.
Come let's away for cloth of silver,
Wine and materials for the Sacrifice.
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