There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear some sway. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practice to obey Adr. How if your husband start some other where? Luc. Till he come home again, I would for bear. Adr. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she pause; They can be meck, that have no other cause: But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try; — Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh. Enter DROMIO of Ephesus Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at han two hands with me, Dro. E. Nay, he is at and that my two ears can witness. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind? Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear: Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou could'st not seel his meaning? Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that I could scarce understand them. Adr. But say, I pr'ythce, is he coming home? It seems, he hath great care to please his wife. Dre. E. Why Mistress, sure my master is hornmad. Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain? Dro. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's stark mad: When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, lain? The pig, quoth 1, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he: My mistress, Sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress; I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress! Luc. Quoth who? Dro. E. Quoth my master: I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mis So that my errand, due unto my tongue, I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders; For, in conclusion, he did beat me there. Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home, Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? For God's sake, send some other messenger. across. Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other beating: Between you I shall have a holy head. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy master home. Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, That like a football you do spurn me thus? A sunny look of his would soon repair: - fie, beat it hence. Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. I know his eye doth homage otherwhere; Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, SCENE II. The same. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up I could not speak with Dromio, since at first Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. How now, Sir? is your merry humour alter'd? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad, That thus so madly thou didst answer me? Dro. S. What answer, Sir? when spake I such a word? Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour since. Dro. S. I did not sce you since you sent me hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt; And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner; What means this jest? I pray you, Master, tell me. Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the teeth? Think'st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that. [beating him. Dro. S. Hold, Sir, for God's sake: now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me? Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Your sauciness will jest upon my love, And make a common of my serious hours. When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. If you will jest with me, know my aspéct, And fashion your demeanour to my looks, Or I will beat this method in your sconce. Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head: an you use these blows long, I must get a sconce |