Cri. Is he not wholly chang'd? What parts are wanting?
Alb. Antonio's shape hath cloth'd his bulk[312] and visage;
Only his hands and feet, so large and callous,
Require more time to supple.
Cri. Pray you, sir,
How long shall he retain this metamorphosis?
Alb. The complete circle of a natural day.
Cri. A natural day! are any days unnatural?
Alb. I mean the revolution of th' first mover,
Just twice twelve hours, in which period the rap'd motion
Rolls all the orbs from east to occident.
Pan. [Returning.] Help, help! thieves, thieves! neighbours, I am robb'd: thieves, thieves!
Cri. What a noise make you, sir.
Pan. Have I not reason,
That thus am robb'd? Thieves, thieves! call constables,
The watch and serjeants, friends and constables;
Neighbours, I am undone.