Act 4 — SCENE XII.

Lel. In, Armellina; lock up Trincalo. Arm. I will, sir. [Exit. Lel. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed, Fear not thy master's anger: I'll prefer thee, And count thee as my genius or good fortune. Cri. It cannot choose but take. I know his humour; And can at pleasure feather him with hopes, Making him fly what pitch I wish, and stoop,[342] When I show fowl. Lel. But for the suit of clothes? Cri. I'll throw them o'er your garden-wall. Away. Haste to Eugenio and Sulpitia, Acquaint them with the business. Lel. I go.