Trin. Serve you! I'll serve, reserve, conserve, preserve,
Deserve, you for th' one half. O Armellina;
A jointure, ha, a jointure! [Aside.] What's your employment?
Pan. Here's an astrologer has a wondrous secret,
To transform men to other shapes and persons.
Trin. How! transform things to men? I'll bring nine tailors,
Refus'd last muster, shall give five marks apiece
To shape three men of service out of all,
And grant him th' remnant shreds above the bargain.
Pan. Now, if thou'lt let him change thee, take this lease,
Drawn ready; put what lives thou pleasest.
Trin. Stay, sir.
Say I am transform'd—who shall enjoy the lease,
I or the person I must turn to?
Pan. Thou,
Thou. The resemblance lasts but one whole day:
Then home true farmer, as thou wert before.
Trin. Where shall poor Trincalo be? How's this! transform'd!
Transmuted, how? not I. I love myself
Better than so: there's your lease. I'd not venture
For th' whole fee-simple.
Pan. Tell me the difference
Betwixt a fool and a wise man.
Trin. Faith, as much
As 'twixt your worship and myself.
Pan. A wise man
Accepts all fair occasions of advancement;
Flies no commodity for fear of danger,
Ventures and gains, lives easily, drinks good wine,
Fares neatly, is richly cloth'd, in worthiest company;
While your poor fool and clown, for fear of peril,
Sweats hourly for a dry brown crust to bedward,[277]
And wakes all night for want of moisture.