Lio. I have been fortunate
In such turns in my days.
Æmi. Could you do this,
I'd swear you had more wit than Mercury,
Or his son Autolycus[348] that was able
To change black into white.
Lio. Do not despair:
I have a genius was ne'er false to me;
If he should fail me now in these extremes,
I would not only wonder, but renounce him:
He tells me, something may be done. Be rul'd,
And if I plot not so, to make all hit,
Then you shall take the mortgage of my wit.
Æmi. However, sir, you speak comfortably. [Exeunt.
Enter Aurelio above; Duke and Leonardo [pass] over the stage.
Aur. Good morrow, gentlemen. What, you are for the feast, I perceive.
Duke. Master Aurelio, good morrow to you. Whose chamber's that, I pray?
Aur. My own, sir, now; I thank ill fortune and a good wife.
Duke. What! are you married, and your friends not pre-acquainted? This will be construed amongst them.