[Exeunt Petrucio, Gasparo, and Angelia.
Enter Antiquary and Petro.
Lio. How now! what new-come pageant have we here?
Duke. This is the famous antiquary I told your grace of, a man worthy your grace; the Janus of our age, and treasurer of times passed: a man worthy your bounteous favour and kind notice; that will as soon forget himself in the remembrance of your highness, as any subject you have.
Lio. How comes he so accoutred?
Duke. No miracle at all, sir; for, as you have many fools in the habit of a wise man, so have you sometimes a wise man in the habit of a fool.
Ant. Sir, I have been so grossly abused, as no story, record, or chronicle can parallel the like, and I come here for redress: I hear your highness loves me, and indeed you are partly interested in the cause, for I, having took somewhat a large potion for your grace's health, fell asleep, when in the interim they apparelled me as you see, made a fool or an asinigo[365] of me; and for my boy here, they cogged him out of his proper shape into the habit of an Amazon, to wait upon me.
Lio. But who did this?
Ant. Nay, sir, that I cannot tell; but I desire it may be found out.
Duke. Well, signor, if you knew all, you have no cause to be angry.