LELIO, CRICCA, TRINCALO.
LEL. Am I awake? or do deceitful dreams
Present to my wild fancy things I see not?
CRI. Sir, what amazement's this? Why wonder you?
LEL. See'st thou not Trincalo and Antonio?
CRI. O, strange! they're both here.
LEL. Didst not thou inform me
That Trincalo was turn'd to Antonio?
Which I believing, like a cursed son,
With most reproachful threats drove mine old father
From his own doors; and yet rest doubtful whether
This be the true Antonio: maybe, th' astrologer
Hath chang'd some other, and not Trincalo.
CRI. No, fear it not, 'tis plain: Albumazar
Hath cheated my old master of his plate.
For here's the farmer, as like himself as ever;
Only his clothes excepted. Trincalo.
TRIN. Cricca, where's Trincalo? Dost see him here?
CRI. Yes, and as rank an ass as e'er he was.
TRIN. Thou'rt much deceiv'd: thou neither see'st nor know'st me.
I am transform'd, transform'd.
CRI. Th' art still thyself.
Lelio, this farmer's half a fool, half knave;
And as Pandolfo did with much entreaty
Persuade him to transform, so, as much labour
Will hardly bring the coxcomb to himself,
That ne'er was out on't. Who art, if not he?
TRIN. My name is Don Antonio: I am now going
To my 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 fool,
An ass, a laughing-stock to town and country?
Art not asham'd to name him with Antonio?
LEL. Do not thy actions, with thy rude behaviour,
Proclaim thee what thou art?
CRI. Notorious clown! [_Beats him._
TRIN. Villain! th' hast broke my shoulders.
LEL. O, didst feel him?
TRIN. Ay, with a pox.
LEL. Then th' art still Trincalo,
For, hadst thou been Antonio, he had smarted.
TRIN. I feel it, as I am Antonio.
CRI. Fool! who loves Armellina?
TRIN. 'Tis I, 'tis I.
CRI. Antonio never lov'd his kitchen-maid.
TRIN. Well, I was taken for Antonio,
And in his name receiv'd ten pound in gold,
Was by his mistress entertain'd; but thou
Envy'st my happiness: if thou 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.
TRIN. 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 myself so,
And scorn thee, Cricca, as a slave and servant. [_Exit._