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SCENE. 2.

Albumazar, Pandolfo, Cricca.
Alb.
Signior Pandolfo, three quarters of an houre
Renders your servant perfectly transform'd.

Cri.
Is he not wholy chang'd? what parts are wanting?

Alb.
Antonio's shape hath cloath'd his bulk and visage,
Onely his hands and feet, so large and callous,
Require more time to supple.

Cri.
Pray you sir
How long shall he retain this Metamorphosis?

Alb.
The compleat circle of a naturall day.

Cri.
A naturall day? Are any days unnaturall?

Alb.
I mean the revolution o'th first mover,
Iust twice twelve houres, in which period the rapt motion
Rowles all the Orbs from East to Occident.

Pan.
Help, help, theeves, theeves, neighbours I am rob'd, theeves, theeves!

Cri.
What a noyse make you sir?

Pan.
Have I not reason
That thus am rob'd, theeves, theeves, call Constables,
The Watch and Serjeants, Friends, and Constables,
Neighbours I am undone.

Cri.
This well begun
So he hold out still with a higher strain.
What ayles you sir?

Pan.
Cricca my chamber's spoild
Of all my hangings, clothes, and silver plate.

Cri.
Why, this is bravely fain'd; continue sir.

Pan.
Lay all the Goldsmith, Keepers, Marshals, Bayliffes.

Cri.
Fie sir, your passion fals, cry louder, roare
That all the Street may heare.

Pan.
Theeves, theeves, theeves!
All that I had is gone, and more then all.

Cri.
Ha, ha, ha: hold out; lay out a Lyons throat,
A little lowder.

Pan.
I can cry no longer,
My throat's sore, I am rob'd, all's gone.
Both my own treasure, and the things I borrow'd.
Make thou an out-cry, I have lost my voyce:
Cry fire, and then they'l heare thee.

Cri.
Good, good, theeves,
What ha you lost?

Pan.
Wine, jewels, table-clothes,
A Cup-board of rich plate.

Cri.
Fie, youle spoyle all.
Now you out-do it. Say but a bowle or two.

Pan.
Villain, I say al's gone; the Room's as clean
As a wipt looking glasse: oh me, oh me.

Cri.
What, in good earnest?

Pan.
Fool in accursed earnest.

Cri.
You gull me sure.

Pan.

The window towards the South stands ope, from whence
went all my treasure. Where's the Astrologer?

Alb.
Here sir, and hardly can abstain from laughing
To see you vex your selfe in vain.

Pan.
In vain Albumazar?
I left my Plate with you, and tis all vanisht,
And you shall answer it.

Alb.
O! were it possible
By powre of Art, to check what Art hath done,
Your man should nere be chang'd: to wrong me thus
With foule suspition of flat Felony?
Your Plate, your cloth of silver, wine, and jewels,
Linnen, and all the rest, I gave to Trincalo,
And for more safety, lockt them in the Lobby.
Heel keep them carefully. But as you love your Mistris
Disturbe him not this half houre, lest youle have him
Like to a Centaure, halfe Clown, halfe Gentleman,
Suffer his foot and hand that's yet untoucht,
To be innobled like his other members.

Pan.
Albumazar, I pray you pard on me,
Th'unlookd for barenesse of the Room amazd me.

Alb.
How? think you me so negligent to commit
So rich a masse of treasure to th'open danger
Of a large casement, and suspitious Alley?
No sir, my sacrifice no sooner done
But I wrapt all vp safe, and gaue it Trincalo.
I could be angry, but that your suddain feare
Excuses you. Fie, such a noise as this
Halfe an houre past, had skar'd the intelligences,
And spoyld the work, but no harm done, go walke
Westward, directly westward, on halfe houre:
Then turn back, and take your servant turnd t'Antonio.
And as you like my skill, performe your promise.
I mean the chain.

Pan.
Content, lets still go westward,
Westward good Cricca, still directly westward.