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

ACT. 2. SCEN. 7.

ANTONIO. TRINCALO.

AN.

WRetched Antonio, hast beene preseru'd so strangely From forraine miseries to be wrong'd at home? Bar'd from thy house by th'scornes of thine owne children?

TRIN.

Tick, tock.

ANT.

But stay, there's on knockes boldly, may be somefriend.

TRIN.

Tick, tock.

ANT.

Dwell you here gentleman?

TRI.

Hee cals me gentleman. See th'vertue of good cloathes: all men salute, Honour, respect and reverence vs.

ANT.

Yong gentleman, Let me without offence intreate your name, And why you knocke.

TRI.

How sirra Sawce-boxe, my name? Or thou some stranger art, or grossely ignorant That know'st not me. Ha! what art thou that ask'st it?

ANT.

Bee not in choler sir.

TRIN.

Befits it me, A gentleman of publicke reputation, To stoope so low as satisfie the questions Of base and earthly peeces like thy selfe? What art thou? ha?

ANT.

Th'vnfortunate possessor of this house.

TRI.

Thou ly'st base Sycophant, my worship owes it.

AN.

'May be my sonne hath sold it in my absence, Thinking me dead. How long has't cal'd you master?

TRI.

'Long as Antonio possest it.

AN.

Which Antonio?

TRI.

Antonio Anastasio.

ANT.

That Anastasio That drown'd in Barbarie?

TRI.

That Anastasio, That selfe same man am I: I scap'd by swimming, And now returne to keepe my former promise Of Flauia to Pandolfo; and in exchange, To take Sulpitia to my wife.

ANT.

All this I intended'fore I went; but sir, if I Can be noother then my selfe, and you Are that Antonio, you and I are one.

TR.

How? one with thee? speake such another sillable, And by the terror of this deadly steele,

That nere saw light, but sent to endlesse darknesse All that durst stand before't: thou diest.

AN.

Alas My weaknesse growne by age, and paines of trauell, Dissarmes my courage to defend my selfe; I haue no strength but patience.

TR.

What art now?

AN.

Peter, and Thomas, William, what you please.

TR.

What boldnesse madded thee to steale my name?

AN.

Sir, heat of wine.

TR.

And sirra when y'are drunk, Is there no person to put on, but mine, To couer your intended villanies?

AN.

But good sir, if I be not I, who am I?

TR.

An Oxe, an Asse, a dog.

AN.

Strange negligence To loose my selfe! me thinkes I liue and moue, Remember. Could the fearefull apprehension Of th'vgly feare of drowning so transforme me? Or did I dye, and by Pythagoras rule, My soule's prouided of another lodging?

TRI.

Be what thou wilt, except Antonio, 'Tis death to touch that name.

AN.

Dangers at sea Are pleasures, weigh'd with these home-iniuries. Was euer man thus skar'd beside himselfe? O most vnfortunate Antonio! At sea thou suffredst shipwrack of thy goods, At land of thine owne selfe. Antonio? Or what name else they please? fly, fly to Barbarie, And rather there endure the forraigne crueltie Of fetters, whippes, and Moores, then here at home Be wrong'd and baffled by thy friends and children.

TRI.

How? prating still? why Timothy, be gone, Or draw, and lay Antonio downe betwixt vs, Let fortune of the fight decide the question. Here's a braue rogue, that in the Kings high-way Offers to robbe me of my good name. Draw.

AN.

These wrongs recall my strength▪ I am resolu'd. Better dye once, then suffer alwayes. Draw.

TR.

Stay. Vnderstand'st thou well nice points of duell? Art borne of gentle bloud, and pure discent?

Was none of all thy linage hang'd, or cuckold? Bastard, or bastinado'd? is thy pedigree As long and wide as mine? For otherwise Thou wert most vnworthy; and 'twere losse of honour In me to fight. More, I haue drawne fiue teeth: If thine stand sound, the tearmes are much vnequall. And by strict lawes of duell, I am excus'd To fight on disadvantage.

AN.

This some Asse!

TRI.

If we concurre in all, write a formall chalenge, And bring thy second: meane while I'le make prouision Of Calais sand to fight vpon securely. Ha!