Ron. How his imagination
Boils, and works in all things he ever saw or heard!
Trin. At gleek? content.
A murnival of aces, gleek of knaves:
Just nine apiece. Sir, my grey Barbary
'Gainst your dun cow, three train cents and th' course,
For fifty pound. As I am a gentleman,
I'll meet next cocking, and bring a haggard[319] with me,
That stoops as free as lightning,[320] strikes like thunder.
I lie? my reputation, you shall hear on't.
O brave Albumazar!
Ron. He'll grow stark mad, I fear me.
Trin. Now I know
I am perfectly transform'd; my mind incites me
To challenge some brave fellow for my credit;
And, for more safety, get some friend in private
To take the business up in peace and quiet.
Ron. Signior Antonio!
Trin. There's not a crumb of Trincalo
In all this frame but the love of Armellina:
Were't not for thee, I'd travel, and [come] home again,
As wise as I went over.
Ron. Signior Antonio! welcome ten thousand times:
Bless'd be the heavens and seas for your return.
Trin. I thank you, sir: Antonio is your servant,
I am glad to see you well—
Fie! I kiss your hands, and thus accost you.
Ron. This three months all your kindred, friends, and children,
Mourn'd for your death.