Alb. Almuten Alchochoden[301] of the stars attend you.
Pan. I kiss your hands, divine astrologer.
SCENE VI.
Pandolfo, Trincalo.
Pan. Up quickly, Trincalo, to my child Sulpitia;
Bid her lay out my fairest damask tablecloths,
The fairest Holland sheets, all the silver plate,
Two gossip's cups of gold, my greatest diamonds:
Make haste.
Trin. As fast as Alchochoden and Almuten
Can carry me; for (sure) these two are devils.
Pan. This is that blessed day I so much long'd for.
Four hours' attendance, till my man be chang'd,
Fast locks me in the lovely arms of Flavia.
Away, Trincalo! how slow the day
Slides on! when we desire time's haste,
It seems to lose a match with lobsters;
And when we wish him stay, he imps his wings
With feathers plum'd with thought.[302] Why, Trincalo!
Trin. Here, sir.