Albumazar A comedy presented before the Kings Maiestie at Cambridge, the ninth of March. 1614. By the Gentlemen of Trinitie Colledge.

ACT. 3. SCEN. 5.

TRINCA. RONCA.

TR.

NOw am I grown a gentleman, and a fine one, I know't by th'kissing of my hands so courtly, My courteous knees bend in so true a distance, As if my foot walk't in a frame of purpose. Thus I accost you: or thus, sweet sir, your seruant: Nay more, your seruants seruant: that's your grand-seruant. I could descend from th'top of Pauls to th'bottome, And on each step strew parting complements, Striue for a doore while a good Carpenter Might make a new one. I am your shadow sir, And bound to wait vpon you. I'faith I will not: pray sir, &c. O braue Albumazar!

RON.

Iust Aesop's Crow, prink't vp in borrowed feathers.

TRI.

My veines are fild with newnesse: ô for a Chyrurgian To ope this Arme, and view my gentle blood, To try if't run two thousand pounds a yeare. I feele my vnderstanding is enlarg'd With the rare knowledge of this latter age. A sacred fury ouer-swayes me. Prime! Deale quickly▪ play, discard, I set ten shillings six pence. You see't? my rest, fiue and fifty. Boy, more cards; And as thou go'st, lay out some roaring oathes For me; I'le pay thee againe with interest. O braue Albumazar!

RON.

How his imagination boyles, and workes in all things He euer saw or heard!

TRI.

At gleeke? content. A morneuall of Ases, gleeke of Knaues, Iust nine apeece. Sir my gray Barbarie 'Gainst your dun cow, three traine sents and th'course, For fiftie pound: as I am a gentleman I'le meet next Cocking, and bring a haggard with me That stoopes as free as lightning, strikes like thunder. I lye? my reputation you shall heare on't. O braue Albumazar!

RON.

Hee'l grow starke mad I feare me.

TR.

Now I know I am perfectly transform'd, my mind incites me To chalenge some braue fellow for my credit, And for more safety, get some friend in priuate To take the businesse vp in peace and quiet.

RON.

Signior Antonio?

TRI.

There's not a crum of Trincalo. In all this frame, but th'loue of Armellina: Wer't not for thee I'de trauaile, and home againe As wise as I went ouer.

RON.

Signior Antonio? welcome ten thousand times: Blest be the Heau'ns and seas for your returne.

TRI.

I thanke you sir: Antonio is your seruant, I am glad to see you wel. Fy, I kisse your hands: and thus accost you.

RON.

This three months all your kindred, friends and children, Mourn'd for your death.

TRI.

And so they well might do, For fiue dayes I was vnder water; and at length Got vp and spred my selfe vpon a chest, Rowing with armes, and stearing with my feet; And thus in fiue dayes more got land: beleeue it I made a most incredible escape, And safe returne from Barbarie: at your seruice.

RON.

Welcome ten thousand times from Barbarie. No friend more glad to see Antonio Then I: nor am I thus for hope of gaine; But that I finde occasion to be gratefull By your returne. Do you remember sir, Before you went, as I was once arrested,

And could not put in baile; you passing by, Lent me ten pound, and so discharg'd the debt?

TRI.

Yes, yes, as well as 'twere but yesterday.

RON.

Oft haue I waited at your house with money, And many thankes: but you were still beyond seas. Now am I happy of this faire occasion To testifie my honest care to pay you: For you may need it.

TRIN.

Sir, I doe indeed, Witnesse my treasure cast away by shipwracke.

RO.

Here sir.

TR.

Is the gold good, for mine was good I lent you.

RO.

It was, and so is this. Signior Antonio, for this curtesie Call me your seruant.

TR.

Farewell good seruant, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I know not so much as his name! ten pound? this change is better then my birth: for in all the yeares of my yeomanry I could neuer yoke two crownes, and now I haue hearded ten faire twenty shil∣ling peeces. Now will I goe to this Astrologer, and hire him turne my Cart to a Caroch, my foure Iades to two paire of Dutch mares, my mistres Armellina to a Lady, my Plow-boy Dick to two guar∣ded foot-men: then will I hurry my selfe to the Mercers bookes, weare rich cloathes, be cal'd Tony by a great man, sell my lands, pay no debts, hate Citizens, and beate Sergeants: and when all failes, sneake out of Antonio with a two-peny looking-glasse, and turne as true Trincalo as euer.