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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?
But were we burden'd with like weight of pain,
This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left.
Enter DROMIO of Ephesus.
ADR. Say, is your tardy master now at hand?
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 mind?
ADR. But say, I pr'ythee, is he coming home?
It seems he hath great care to please his wife.
DRO. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear:
Luc. Spake he so doubtfully thou could'st not feel his
DRO. E. Nay, he struck so plainly I could too well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully that I could scarce understand them.
3 stand under.
ACT II DRO. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's stark Sc. I
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:
So that my arrant, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders;
ADR. Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home.
Luc. Fie, how impatience lowreth in your face!
That like a football you do spurn me thus ?
By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground
And feeds from home: poor I am but his stale !3
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere;
Or else what lets it but he would be here?
Will lose his beauty: and though gold 'bides still
SCENE II. A Public Place.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.
ANT. S. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
I sent him from the Mart. See, here he comes.
Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
How now, Sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
ANT. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
What means this jest? I pray you, Master, tell me.
Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,
And make a common2 of my serious hours.
shoulders. But, I pray, Sir, why am I beaten ?
ANT. S. Dost thou not know?
DRO. S. Nothing, Sir-but that I am beaten.
DRO. S. Ay, Sir, and wherefore; for they say every why
hath a wherefore.
ANT. S. Why, first-for flouting me; and then, where
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. (1) head, (2) fortalice. ('Insconce'=fortify.)
Thank me, Sir? for what?
DRO. S. Marry, Sir, for this something that you gave me for nought.
ANT. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing
for something. But say, Sir, is it dinner-time?
DRO. S. No, Sir: I think the meat wants that I have.
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.
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.
ANT. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery?2
DRO. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover the lost hair of another man.
ANT. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement ?3
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.
DRO. S. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.*
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.
ANT. S. For what reason?
2 to secure absolute ownership.