Ant. I not so much as know him.
Cri. Dar'st thou deny't to me?
Ant. I dare, and must
To all the world, long as Antonio lives.
Cri. You arrant ass! have I not known thee serve
My master in his farm this thirteen years?
Ant. By all the oaths that bind men's consciences
To truth, I am Antonio, and no other.
SCENE III.
Enter Pandolfo.
Pan. What means this noise? O Cricca! what's the matter?
Cri. Sir, here's your farmer Trincalo, transform'd
So just, as he were melted, and new-cast
In the true mould of old Antonio.