Volume Xi Part 92 (1/2)

RON. My dear Antonio, Never so well as now I have the power Thus to embrace my friend, whom all th' Exchange Gave drown'd for three whole months. My dear Antonio!

TRIN. I thank you, sir.

RON. I thank you.

TRIN. While my dear Ronca Clipp'd me,[322] my purse shook dangerously; yet both his arms And hands embrac'd my neck. Here's none behind me.

How can this be?

RON. Most dear Antonio, Was not your pa.s.sage dangerous from Barbary?

We had great winds and tempests; and, I fear me, You felt the force at sea.

TRIN. Yes, dearest Ronca.

How's this? I see his hands, and yet my purse is gone!

RON. Signior Antonio, I see your mind's much troubl'd About affairs of worth; I take my leave, And kiss your hands of liberality.

TRIN. And kiss my hands of liberality!

I gave him nothing. O, my purse, my purse!

Dear Master Ronca.

RON. What's your pleasure, sir?

TRIN. Show me your hand.

RON. Here 'tis.

TRIN. But where's th' other?

RON. Why, here.

TRIN. But I mean, where's your other hand?

RON. Think you me the giant with a hundred hands?

TRIN. Give me your right.

RON. My right?

TRIN. Your left.

RON. My left?

TRIN. Now both.

RON. There's both, my dear Antonio.

Keep yourself dark; eat broth. Your fearful pa.s.sage And want of natural rest hath made you frantic. [_Exit._

TRIN. Villain, rogue, cutpurse, thief! [_Aside._] Dear Ronca, stay.

He's gone-- I' th' devil's name, how could this fellow do it?

I felt his hands fast lock'd about my neck; And still he spoke. It could not be his mouth: For that was full of dear Antonio.