The beafts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Adr. This fervitude makes you to keep unwed. Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear fome sway. Adr. How if your husband start some other where ? Adr. Patience unmov'd, no marvel though the pause; We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Luc. Well, I will marry one day but to try; SCENE II. Enter Dromio Eph. Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? E. Dro. Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witnefs. Adr. Say, didft thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind? E. Dro. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear; Befhrew his hand, I fcarce could understand it. Luc. Luc. Spake he fo doubtfully, thou could'st not feel his meaning? E. Dro. Nay, he ftruck fo plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal fo doubtfully, that I could scarce understand them. Adr. But fay, I pr'ythee, is he coming home? It seems, he hath great care to please his wife. E. Dro. Why, mistress, fure, my master is horn-mad. E. Dro. I mean not, cuckold-mad; but, fure, stark mad: When I defir'd him to come home to dinner, He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold: 'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; my gold, quoth he: E. Dro. Why, quoth my master: I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress So that my errand, due unto my tongue, I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders: For in conclufion, he did beat me there. ; Adr. Go back again, thou flave, and fetch him home. For god's fake, fend fome other meffenger. Adr. Back, flave, or I will break thy pate across. E. Dro. And he will blefs that cross with other beating: Adr. Hence, prating peasant, fetch thy master home. That like a foot-ball you do fpurn me thus? [Exit. SCENE SCENE III. Luc. Fie, how impatience loureth in your face! A funny look of his would foon repair. But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, And feeds from home; poor I am but his ftale. Adr. Unfeeling fools can with fuch wrongs dispense: Will lose his beauty; and though gold bides still Wear gold: and so no man that hath a name, Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, Luc. How many fond fools ferve mad jealousy! [Exeunt. SCENE Ant. T SCENE IV. The Street. Enter Antipholis of Syracuse. HE gold I gave to Dromio is lay'd up Is wander'd forth in care to feek me out. By computation, and mine hoft's report, Enter Dromio of Syracufe. How now, S. Dro. What answer, fir? when spake I such a word? S. Dro. I'm glad to fee you in this merry vein: Ant. Because that I familiarly fometimes Do ufe you for my fool, and chat with you, Your fauciness will jeft upon my love, Ddd 2 And And make a comedy of my serious hours. But When the fun fhines let foolish awafts us yonder? S. Dro. Sconce, call you it? fo you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head; an you use these blows long, I must get a fconce for my head, and enfconce it too, or else I fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders: but, I pray, fir, why am I beaten? Ant. Doft thou not know? S. Dro. Nothing, fir, but that I am beaten. Ant. Shall I tell you why? S. Dro. Ay, fir, and wherefore; for, they fay, every why hath a wherefore. Ant. Why, firft, for flouting me; and then, wherefore, for urging it the second time to me, S. Dro. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season, When in the why and wherefore is neither rhime nor reason? Well, fir, I thank you. Ant. Thank me, fir, for what? S. Dro. Marry, fir, for this fomething that you gave me for nothing. Ant. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for fomething. But fay, fr, is it dinner-time? S. Dro. No, fir; I think, the meat wants that I have. Ant. In good time, fir, what's that? S. Dro. Bafting. Ant. Well, fir, then 'twill be dry. S. Dro. If it be, fir, I pray you, eat not of it. Ant. Your reason? S. Dro. Left it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry bafting. Ant. Well, fir, learn to jeft in good time; there's a time for all things. S. Dro. I durft have deny'd that, before you were so cholerick. Ant. By what rule, fir? S. Dro. Marry, fir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself. S. Dro. There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature. S. Dro. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the loft hair of another man. Ant. Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair, being, as it is, fo plentiful an excrement? S. Dro. Because it is a bleffing that he beftows on beafts; and what he hath fcanted them in hair, he hath given them in wit. Ant. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. S. Dro. Not a man of thofe but he hath the wit to lose his hair. Ant. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. S. Dro. The plainer dealer, the fooner loft; yet he lofeth it in a kind of jollity. Ant. For what reafon ? S. Dro. For two, and found ones too. Ant. Nay, not found ones, I pray you. S. Dro. Sure ones then. Ant. Nay, not fure in a thing falfing. S. Dro. Certain ones then. Ant. Name them. S. Dro. The one, to fave the money that he fpends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they fhould not drop in his porridge. Ant. |