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What now? How chance thou art return'd so soon? Dro. E. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too
The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir. Tell me this, I pray;
Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now. Tell me, and dally not, where is the money? We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody?
Dro. E. I pray you jest, sir, as you sit at dinner. I from my mistress come to you in post; If I return, I shall be post indeed;
For she will score your fault upon my pate. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock,2 And strike you home without a messenger.
Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out
Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
Dro. E. To me, sir! why you gave no gold to me. Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your fool ishness,
And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge.
Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner.
Ant. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me,
Dro. E. Your worship's wife, my mistress at the
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [Exit.
SCENE I. House of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA,
EITHER my husband nor the slave return'd,
That in such haste I sent to seek his master!
Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, And from the Mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret;
A man is master of his liberty.
Time is their master; and, when they see time,
Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more?
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 practise to obey.
Adr. How if your husband start some other where? Luc. Till he come home again I would forbear. Adr. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she
They can be meek, 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 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?
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 feel 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'ythee, is he coming home? It seems he hath great care to please his wife. Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad. 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,
Will you come home? quoth I; My gold, quoth he.
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. Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? For God's sake, send some other messenger.
Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate 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? You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither: If I last in this service, you must case me in leather. [Eait. Luc. Fie, how impatience lowreth in your face! Adr. His company must do his minions grace, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. Hath homely age the alluring beauty took From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it, Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd, Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. Do their gay vestments his affections bait? That's not my fault; he's master of my state. What ruins are in me, that can be found By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground Of my defeatures. My decayed fair A sunny look of his would soon repair.