Cri. Soon as Albumazar comes, loaded with news
Of th' transmutation of your servant Trincalo,
I'll entertain him here; meanwhile, steal you
Closely into the room, and quickly hide
Some special piece of plate: then run out amaz'd,
Roaring, that all the street may know y' are robb'd.
Next threaten to attach him, and accuse him
Before a justice; and in th' end agree,
If he restore the plate, you'll give the chain,
Otherwise not.
Pan. But if we be discover'd!
For by his instruments and familiars
He can do much.
Cri. Lay all the fault on Trincalo.
But here's the main point. If you can dissemble
Cunningly, and frame your countenance to express
Pity and anger, that so learn'd a man
Should use his friend so basely—if you can call
An outcry well, roar high and terrible.
Pan. I'll fetch a cry from th' bottom of my heels,
But I'll roar loud enough; and thou must second me
With wonder at the sudden accident.
Cri. But yours is the main part; for, as you play't,
You win or lose the chain.
Pan. No more, no more; he comes.
SCENE II.
Albumazar, Pandolfo, Cricca.
Alb. Signior Pandolfo, three-quarters of an hour
Renders your servant perfectly transform'd.
[Pandolfo retires.