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Eugenio, these are wonders passed belief. Is your old father of so poor a judgement To think it in the power of man to turn One person to another? But who's the man That works these miracles? How deals Astrology with transmutation? Eugenio, it's high time for us t'awake. And as you love our Flaviam, and I Your sister fair Sulpitia ; let's do something Worthy their beauty's. Who falls into a sea, Swollen big with tempest, but he boldly beats The waves with arms and legs, to save his life? So let us strive against troublous storms of love, With our best power, least after we ascribe The lose to our dull negligence, not Fortune. She cannot out-loue me, nor you out-friend me, For sacred name whereof, I have rejected Your father's offers, importunities, Letters, Conditions, Servants, Friends, and lastly His tender of Sulpitia in exchange For Flaviam But though I love your sister Like mine own soul; yet did the laws of friendship Master that strong affection; and denied him. ARmellina ? who ̄ do you draw your tongue upon so sharply? This his graven looks! In every lineament himself no liker. Had I not haply been advertized, What could have forced me think 'twere Trincalo ? Doubtless, th'Astrologer hath raised a ghost That walks in reverend ghost of my dead father. Infinite power of Art! who would believe The planets influence could transform a man To several shapes! I could now beat him soundly But that he wears the awful countenance Of my dead father, whose memory I reverence. He that changed Trincalo to Antonio's figure, omitted not the skarre As a main character. A sudden coldness strikes me, my tender heart Beats with compassion of I know not what. Sirrah be gone, truss up your goodly speeches, Sad shipwracks, and strange transformations. Your plot's discovered, it'll not take: thy impudence For once I pardon. The pious reverence. I owe to grave resemblance of my father Holds back my angry hands. Hence, if I catch you Haunting my doors again, I'll bastonado you Out of Antonio's skin. Away. AM I awake? or do deceitful dreams Present to my wild fancy things I see not? Seest thou not Trincalo and Antonio ? Didst not thou inform me, That Trincalo was turned to Antonio ? Which I believing, Like a cursed son, With most reproachful threats, drove mine old father From his own doors; and yet rest doubtful, whither This be the true Antonio : may be th'Astrologer Hath changed some other, and not Trincalo. Do not thy actions, with thy rude behaviour, Proclaim thee what thou art? Oh didst feel him? Then th'art still Trincalo. For hadst thou been Antonio, he had smarted. When I drove him thence, Spite of my blood his reverent countenance Struck me t'a deep compassion. To clear all, I'll ask one question. Signior Antonio, What money took you when you went your voyage? Pardon me, father; 'Twas my blind ignorance, not want of duty, That wronged you: all was intended for a Farmer, Whom and Astrologer, they said, transformed. When you parted hence It seems you promise worser Flaviam to Pandolfo. News of your death arriving, th'old Gentleman Importunes me to second what you purposed. Consulting therefore with my friends and kindred, Loath my young sister should be buried quick I'th graven of threescore years: by their advice I fully did deny him. He chafes and storms, And finds at length a cunning man, that promised To turn his Farmer to your shape: and thus Possess your house, and give him Flaviam. Whereof I warned, wronged you in stead of Trincalo. I am glad you're so resolved. And since, with us, you find that match unequal, Let's all entreat you to bestow your daughter Upon his son Eugenio. And as you judge him worthy your daughter Flaviam, Think me no less of his Sulpitia. Speak quickly Cricca. Fear not, let me alone. But for the suit of clothes? I go. The hopeful issue of thy counsel, Cricca, Brightens this evening, and makes it more excel The clearest day, then a grey morning does The blindest midnight: raising my amorous thoughts To such a pitch of joy, that riches, honour, And other pleasures, to Sulpitia's love, Appear Like Molehills to the Moon. Sweetest, those flames Rise from the sire of love, and soon will quench I'th' welcome news I bring you. Your servant sir. In this, As in all other service, I commit my self To your commands; and so I hope, my sister. Sir, I swear no less. What sayest? What thinkest? But were't not better Cricca Keep him fast locked, till his own shape return, And so by open course of Law correct him? It's done. I kiss your hands Eugenio. Signior Antonio my most loving father? Blessed be the day and hour of your return. Have you forgotten my sister Flaviam ? I will sir. IN, Armellina, lock up Trincalo. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed, Fear not thy masters anger: I'll prefer thee And count thee as my Genius, or good fortune. Oh there's the voice that in one note contains All cords of Music: How gladly shee'l embrace The news I give her, and the messenger! Oh my Sulpitia, Were every speech a Pistol charged with death, I'de stand them all in hope of that condition. Sweet by your favour Give me but leave. But— How prettily this lovely littleness, In one breath plead's her own cause, and my sister's; Chides me, and loves. This is that pleasing temper I more admire, then a continued sweetness That over-satisfy's: It's salt I love; not sugar.
Plot summary
Plot — Albumazar
The neighbours Pandolfo and Antonio, both widowers, have arranged to marry each other’s daughters; but before they can do so, Antonio is lost and presumed dead on an overseas voyage, and the plan goes into abeyance because his son Lelio disapproves of Pandolfo as a potential brother-in-law. Albumazar’s accomplice Furbo has gained access to Pandolfo’s household, posing as his daughter’s tutor, and has learned of his .- amorous aspirations, and also his credulity about. magic and astrology. Albumazar plans to trick him, and sets about demonstrating his occult power. Ronca shows Pandolfo some of the astrologer’s amazing inventions: a telescope and an ‘otacousticon’ (actually a pair of ass’s ears) which allow him to see and hear things at a distance. Albumazar then predicts Pandolfo’s marriage, and also a stabbing which his associates then enact in a brawl. Pandolfo asks the astrologer to raise Antonio’s ghost, but instead Albumazar undertakes to transform the tenant farmer Trincalo into Antonio’s likeness for one day, so that he can give Flavia in marriage to Pandolfo. Trincalo agrees because this will give him access to Antonio’s household, and therefore to the maid Armellina, whom he loves. Pandolfo is required to prepare a room for the metamorphosis, laid out with valuable possessions. When he begins to have second thoughts about paying Albumazar, his servant Cricca suggests that he should pretend to have been robbed of his valuables; but when they are indeed stolen, Albumazar pretends in turn that the transformed Trincalo has just locked them away for safe keeping. After undergoing the fake metamorphosis, Trincalo is told he may not look at himself in a mirror for fear of breaking the spell. Ronca and Harpax greet him as Antonio, and pretend to be his debtor and creditor respectively, but Trincalo pays Harpax less than he was ===== PAGE 445 ===== 1615 given by Ronca, who has to steal back the balance. To buy time to spirit away Pandolfo’s goods, the tricksters divert him with Bevilona the courtesan, who pretends to be a gentlewoman in love with Antonio, and hides him from her husband. The real Antonio returns unexpectedly, and is taken for the transformed Trincalo: he does not understand when Pandolfo asks after his missing property, and his son and daughter, forewarned of the planned trick, beat him out of his own house. He meets Trincalo, who is still posing as him, and a duel is proposed. Lelio and Cricca realize the truth when they see the two men…