Lel. Then th' art still Trincalo,
For, hadst thou been Antonio, he had smarted.
Trin. I feel it, as I am Antonio.
Cri. Fool! who loves Armellina?
Trin. 'Tis I, 'tis I.
Cri. Antonio never lov'd his kitchen-maid.
Trin. Well, I was taken for Antonio,
And in his name receiv'd ten pound in gold,
Was by his mistress entertain'd; but thou
Envy'st my happiness: if thou hast th' ambition
To rise as I have done, go to Albumazar,
And let him change thee to a knight or lord.
Cri. Note the strange power of strong imagination.
Trin. A world of engines cannot wrest my thoughts
From being a gentleman: I am one, and will be:
And, though I be not, yet will think myself so,
And scorn thee, Cricca, as a slave and servant.
[Exit.