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SCENE 8.
Lelio, Cricca, Trincalo, Antonio.Le.
Am I awake? or do deceitfull dreams
Present to my wild fancie things I see not?
Cri.
Sir, what amazement's this? why wonder you?
Le.
See'st thou not Trincalo and Antonio?
Cri.
O strange! th'are both here.
Le.
Didst not thou informe me
That Trincalo was turnd to Antonio?
Which I beleving like a cursed sonne,
With most reproachfull threats, drove mine old Father
From his own doores; and yet rest doubtfull, whether
This be the true Antonio: may be th'Astrologer
Hath chang'd some other, and not Trincalo.
Cri.
No, feare it not: tis plain: Albumazar
Hath cheated my old master of his plate.
For here's the Farmer, as like himselfe as euer;
Onely his cloaths excepted, Trincalo!
Tri.
Cricca, where's Trincalo? doest see him here?
Cri.
Yes, and as rank an Asse as e're he was.
Tri.
Thou'rt much deceiv'd, thou neither see'st, nor know'st me.
I am transformd, transformd.
Cri.
Th'art still thy self.
Lelio, this Farmer's halfe a foole, halfe knave.
And as Pandolfo did with much intreaty
Will hardly bring the Coxcombe to himselfe,
That nere was out on't. Who art if not he?
Tri.
My name is Don Antonio, I am now going
To mine own house, to give Pandolfo Flavia,
And Armellina to his Farmer Trincalo.
How dar'st thou Cricca, but a meaner servant,
Resemble me a man of worth and worship,
To such a Clown as Trincalo, a branded foole,
An Asse, a laughing-stock to Town and Countrey?
Art not asham'd to name him with Antonio?
Le.
Do not thy actions with thy rude behaviour,
Proclaime thee what thou art?
Cri.
Notorious Clown!
Tri.
Villain, th'hast broke my shoulders.
Le.
O didst feel him?
Tri.
I with a pox.
Le.
Then th'art still Trincalo.
For hadst thou been Antonio, he had smarted.
Tri.
I feele it as I am Antonio
Cri.
Foole! who loves Armellina?
Tri.
Tis I, tis I.
Cri.
Antonio never lov'd his Kitchin-maid.
Tri.
Well I was taken for Antonio,
And in his name receiv'd ten pound in gold,
Was by his Mistris entertain'd; but thou
Envy'st my happinesse: if th'hast th'ambition
To rise as I have done, go to Albumazar,
And let him change thee to a Knight, or Lord.
Cri.
Note the strange power of strong imagination.
Tri.
A world of Engines cannot wrest my thoughts,
From being a Gentleman: I am one, and will be:
And though I be not, yet will think my selfe so:
And scorn thee Cricca, as a slave and servant.
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