Pan. All shall be done with expedition.
Alb. And when your man's transform'd, the chain you promis'd.
Pan. My hand: my deeds shall wait upon my promise.
Alb. Lead then with happy foot to view the chamber.
Pan. I go, sir. Trincalo, attend us here,
And not a word, on peril of thy life.
Trin. Sir, if they kill me, I'll not stir a foot;
And if my tongue's pull'd out, not speak a word.
SCENE IV.
Trincalo, Cricca.
Trin. O, what a business 'tis to be transform'd!
My master talks of four-and-twenty hours:
But, if I mew these flags[290] of yeomanry,
Gild in the sear,[291] and shine in bloom of gentry,
'Tis not their 'strology nor sacrifice
Shall force me cast that coat. I'll ne'er part with't,
Till I be sheriff of th' county, and in commission
Of peace and quorum. Then will I get m' a clerk,
A practis'd fellow, wiser than my worship,
And domineer amongst my fearful neighbours.
And feast them bountifully with their own bribes.