SCENE V.
Pandolfo, Antonio.
Pan. Wisely consider'd, Trincalo; 'tis a fair prologue
To the comedy ensuing. Now I confess
Albumazar had equal power to change
And mend thy understanding with thy body.
Let me embrace and hug thee for this service:
'Tis a brave onset: O my sweet Trincalo!
Ant. How like you the beginning?
Pan. 'Tis o' th' further side
All expectation.
Ant. Was't not right, and spoken
Like old Antonio?
Pan.[353] 'Tis most admirable!
Were't he himself that spoke, he could not better't.
And for thy sake I wish Antonio's shape
May ever be thy house, and's wit thy inmate.
But where's my plate and cloth of silver?
Ant. Safe.
Pan. They come. Keep state, keep state, or all's discover'd.