TRINCALO, _and_ BEVILONA _dressing him_.
TRIN. When this transformed substance[331] of my carcase
Did live imprison'd in a wanton hogshead,
My name was Don Antonio, and that title
Preserv'd my life, and chang'd my suit of clothes.
How kindly the good gentlewoman used me!
With what respect and careful tenderness!
[BEV.] Your worship, sir, had ever a sickly constitution, and I fear
much more now, since your long travel. As you love me, off with these
wet things, and put on the suit you left with me, before you went to
Barbary. Good sir, neglect not your health; for, upon my experience,
there is nothing worse for the rheum than to be drenched in a musty
hogshead.
[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.