Arm. Signior Antonio!
My long-expected master!
Trin. O Armellina!
Come, let me kiss thy brow[338] like my own daughter.
Arm. Sir, 'tis too great a favour. I kiss your foot.
What, fall'n? alas! how feeble you are grown
With your long travel!
Trin. True, and being drown'd,
Nothing so griev'd me as to lose thy company:
But, since I am safe return'd, for thy good service
I'll help thee to a husband.
Arm. A husband, sir?
Some young and lusty youth, or else I'll none.
Trin. To one that loves thee dearly, dearly, wench:
A goodly man, like me in limbs and fashion.
Arm. Fie, an old man! how! cast myself away,
And be no nurse but his?
Trin. He's not like me
In years and gravity, but fair proportion;
A handsome, well-set man as I.
Arm. His name?
Trin. 'Tis Tom Trincalo of Totnam.