Cri. But where's Pandolfo and Albumazar?
Trin. Gone newly home to choose a chamber fitting
For transmutation. So: now my heart's at ease.
Cri. I fear the skill and cunning of Albumazar
With his black art, by whom Pandolfo seeks
To compass Flavia, spite of her brother Lelio
And his own son Eugenio, that loves her dearly.
I'll lose no time, but find them, and reveal
The plot, and work to cross this accident.
[Aside.]
But, Trincalo, art thou so rash and vent'rous
To be transform'd with hazard of thy life?
Trin. What care I for a life, that have a lease
For three: but I am certain there's no danger in't.
Cri. No danger! cut thy finger, and that pains thee;
Then what will't do to shred and mince thy carcase,
Bury't in horse-dung, mould it new, and turn it
T' Antonio? and, when th' art chang'd, if Lelio
Smell out your plot, what worlds of punishment
Thou must endure! Poor Trincalo! the desire
Of gains abuses thee: be not transform'd.
Trin. Cricca, thou understand'st not: for Antonio,
Whom I resemble, suffers all, not I.
Cri. Yonder they come; I'll hence, and haste to Lelio.
[Exit.
SCENE V.
Albumazar, Pandolfo, Trincalo.[293]