Trin. Why, when was I your judge?
Pan. Just now here.
Trin. See your error!
Then was I fast lock'd in Antonio's cellar:
Where, making virtue of necessity,
I drank stark drunk, and waking, found myself
Cloth'd in this farmer's suit, as in the morning.
Pan. Didst not thou swear to enter Antonio's house,
And give me Flavia for my wife, and after,
Before my own face, gav'st her to my son?
Trin. Ha, ha, ha!
[Whilst Trincalo laughs and lets fall the staff, Pandolfo recovers it, and beats him.
Pan. Canst thou deny it?
Trin. Ha, ha, ha!
Have you got Mistress Patience? Ha, ha, ha!
Pan. Is not this true?
Trin. Ha, ha, ha!