ABSTRACT
Frobosco: I’ll strike it in the nick, in the very nick, chuck. Felice: Thou promisest more than I hope any spectator gives you faith
of performance. (To Antonio) But why look you so dusky, ha? Antonio: I was never worse fitted since the nativity of my actorship;
I shall be hiss’d at on my life now. Felice: Why, what must you play? Antonio: Faith, I know not what, an hermaphrodite, two parts in one;
my true person being son to the Duke of Genoa, though for the love of Mellida, Piero’s daughter, I take this feigned presence of an Amazon, calling myself Florizel and I know not what. I a voice to play a lady! I shall ne’er do it.
