Enter Duke, Leonardo, and Petrucio, bringing in the Antiquary, in a fool's coat.
Duke. So, set him down softly; then let us slip aside, and overhear him.
Ant. Where am I? What metamorphosis am I crept into? A fool's coat! what's the emblem of this, trow? Who has thus transformed me, I wonder? I was awake, am I not asleep still? Why, Petro, you rogue: sure, I have drank of Circe's cup, and that has turn'd me to this shape of a fool: and I had drank a little longer, I had been changed into an ass. Why, Petro, I say, I will not rest calling, till thou comest——
Enter Petro in woman's clothes.
Heyday, what more transmigrations of forms! I think Pythagoras has been amongst us. How came you thus accoutred, sirrah?
Pet. Why, sir, the wenches made me drunk, and dressed me, as you see.
Ant. A merry world the while! My boy and I make one hermaphrodite, and now, next Midsummer-ale,[357] I may serve for a fool, and he for a Maid-Marian.
Enter Duke and Leonardo.
Duke. Who is this? Signor Veterano?