Indued with intellectual sense and souls, ADR. But, were you wedded, you would bear some sway. ADR. How if your husband start some other hare? This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. Enter DROMIO of Ephesus. ADR. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? 30 40 DRO. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness. ADR. Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his DRO. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear: 51 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'ythee, is he coming home? It seems he hath great care to please his wife. ACT II Sc. I ACT II DRO. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's stark When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, DRO. E. Quoth my master: I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress : I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders; ADR. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home. For God's sake send some other messenger! ADR. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across. ADR. Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home. Luc. Fie, how impatience lowreth in your face! 1 peremptory. 60 70 80 [exit. 90 A sunny look of his would soon repair: And feeds from home: poor I am but his stale !3 Will lose his beauty: and though gold 'bides still 100 IIO [exeunt. SCENE II. A Public Place. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. ANT. S. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. How now, Sir! is your merry humour alter'd? 1 disfigurements. 2 beauty. 3 cast-away. • stays. ACT II Sc. I ACT II ANT. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour since. Home to the Centaur with the gold you gave me. 20 30 [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 jet1 upon my love, And make a common2 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 aspect, And fashion your demeanour to my looks, Or I will beat this method in your sconce.3 DRO. S. Sconce, call you it? ing, I had rather have it blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and insconce it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, Sir, why am I beaten? ANT. S. Dost thou not know? So you would leave battera head: an you use these DRO. S. Nothing, Sir-but that I am beaten. ANT. S. Shall I tell you why? 40 DRO. S. Ay, Sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore. ANT. S. Why, first-for flouting me; and then, where fore For urging it the second time to me. DRO. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season? When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason? Well, Sir, I thank you. 1 frisk (as a nag at grass). 2 play-ground. 3 (1) head, (2) fortalice. ('Insconce'=fortify.) ANT. S. Thank me, Sir? for what? DRO. S. Marry, Sir, for this something that you gave me for nought. 51 ANT. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing ANT. S. In good time,1 Sir, what's that? DRO. S. Basting. ANT. S. Well, Sir, then 'twill be dry. DRO. S. If it be, Sir, I pray you eat none of it. ANT. S. Your reason? DRO. S. Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me another dry basting. 61 ANT. S. Well, Sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a time for all things. DRO. S. I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric. ANT. S. By what rule, Sir? DRO. S. Marry, Sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of Father Time himself. ANT. S. Let's hear it. DRO. S. There's no time for a man to recover his hair, that grows bald by nature. 71 ANT. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery ?? ANT. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement ?8 DRO. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts; and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit. ANT. S. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. 81 DRO. S. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair. 4 ANT. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. DRO. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost. Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity. ACT II Sc. II |