Adr. None, but an idiot, would be bridled so. There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye, Adr. This servitude makes you remain unwed. Luc. Before I wed, I'll practise to obey. Adr. How, if your husband start some other where? Luc. With all the gentle, artificial means, That patient meekness, and domestic cares, Could bring to my relief, I would beguile The intervening hours, till he, tired out, With empty, transient pleasures, should return To seek content and happiness at homeWith smiles I'd welcome him, and put in practice Each soothing art, that kindness could suggest, To wean his mind from such delusive joys. Adr. O, special reasoning! well may they be patient, Who never had a cause for anger given them! But, were we burden'd with like weight of woe, Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to tryHere comes your man; now is your husband near. 5 Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? Dro. of Eph. Nay, he's 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. of Eph. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon my ear; Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it ! Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou could'st not find his meaning? Dro. of Eph. 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 pray thee, is he coming home? It seems he hath great care to please his wife. Dro. of Eph. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad! Luc. Horn-mad, thou villain! Dro. of Eph. I mean not cuckold-mad, but sure he's stark-mad! When I desired him to come home to dinner, Dro. of Eph. Quoth my master I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress; Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home. Dro. of Eph. Go back again, and be new beaten home! For Heaven's sake, send some other messenger. Adr. Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home. Dro. of Eph. Am I so round with you, as you with me, That, like a foot-ball, you do spurn me thus? I see the jewel best enamelled Will lose its lustre-So doth Adriana, SCENE II. [Exeunt. The Mart. Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF SYRACUSE. Ant. of Syr. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up Safe at the Centaur, and the heedful slave Is wander'd forth in care to seek me out. Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd? Ant. of Syr. Ev'n now, ev'n here; not half an Dro. of Syr. I did not see you, since you sent me hence Home, to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. of Syr. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, 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, Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Your sauciness will jest upon my love, And make a common 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, then know my aspect, Dro. of Syr. Nothing, but that I am beaten. It, in spite of my assertion to the contrary. 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, Antipbolis, look strange and frown Some other mistress hath some sweeter aspect: I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. |