And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; Think'st thou, I jest? there, take thou that, and that! Dro. of Syr. Hold, sir, for Heaven's sake!-now your jest is earnest— Upon what bargain do you give it me? Ant. of Syr. Because that I, familiarly, sometimes, And make a common of my serious hours. Dro. of Syr. Nothing, but that I am beaten. It, in spite of my assertion to the contrary. Is dinner ready? Dro. of Syr. No, sir, I think the meat wants what Ant. of Syr. What's that? Dro. of Syr. Why, basting, sir. Ant. of Syr. No more, thou knave! for see, who wafts us yonder, This way they haste, and, by their gestures, seem To point out me-what should they mean, I trow? Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look strange and frown, Some other mistress hath some sweeter aspect: I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. |