I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress! · Luc. Quoth who? DRO. E. Quoth my master : I know, quoth he, no boufe, no wife, no mistress; ADR. Go back again, thou flave, and fetch him home. DRO. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? For God's fake, fend fome other meffenger. ADR. Back, flave, or I will break thy pate acrofs. DRO. E. And he will bless that cross with other beating: Between you I fhall have a holy head. ADR. Hence, prating peasant ; fetch thy mafter home. DRO. E. Am I fo round with you, as you That like a football you do fpurn me thus? with me, grace, You fpurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : And feeds from home; poor I am but his ftale. Or elfe, what lets it but he would be here? Will lofe his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, SCENE II. The fame. eye, Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracufe. ANT. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid O o iij } [Exeunt. up DRO. S. What answer, fir? when spake I fuch a word? ANT. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour fince. DRO. S. I did not fee you fince you fent me hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. ANT. S. Villain, thou didft deny the gold's receipt ; And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; For which, I hope, thou felt'ft I was difpleas'd. DRO. S. I am glad to fee you in this merry vein : What means this jeft? I pray you, master, tell me. ANT. S. Yea, doft thou jeer, and flout me in the teeth? Think'ft thou, I jeft? Hold, take thou that, and that. [beating him. DRO. S. Hold, fir, for God's fake: now your jeft is Upon what bargain do you give it me? ANT. S. Because that I familiarly fometimes Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Your faucinefs will jeft upon my love, [earnest: And make a common of my serious hours. DRO. S. 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 infconce it too; or elfe I fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders. But, I pray, fir, why am I beaten? ANT. S. Doft thou not know? DRO. S. Nothing, fir; but that I am beaten. ANT. S. Shall I tell you why? DRO. S. Ay, fir, and wherefore; for, they fay, every why hath a wherefore. ANT. S. Why, first,—for flouting me; and then, whereFor urging it the second time to me. [fore, DRO. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither rhyme nor reafon ? Well, fir, I thank you. ANT. S. Thank me, fir? for what? DRO. S. Marry, fir, for this something that you gave me for nothing. ANT. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for fomething. But fay, fir, is it dinner-time? DRO. S. No, fir; I think, the meat wants that I have. DRO. S. Bafting. ANT. S. Well, fir, then 'twill be dry. DRO. S. If it be, fir, I pray you eat none of it. ANT. S. Your reason ? DRO. S. Left it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry bafting. ANT. S. Well, fir, learn to jeft in good time; There's a time for all things. DRO. S. I durft have denied that, before you were so cholerick. ANT. S. By what rule, fir? DRO. S. Marry, fir, 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? DRO. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the loft hair of another man. O o iiij ANT. S. Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? DRO. S. Because it is a bleffing that he bestows on beafts 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 lofe his hair. ANT. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. DRO. S. The plainer dealer, the fooner loft: Yet hẹ loseth it in a kind of jollity, ANT. S. For what reason? DRO. S. For two; and found ones too. ANT. S. Nay, not found, I pray you. DRO. S. Sure ones then. ANT. S. Nay, not fure, in a thing falfing. DRO. S. Certain ones then. ANT. S. Name them. DRO. S. The one, to fave the money that he spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge. ANT. S. You would all this time have proved, there is no time for all things. DRO. S. Marry, and did, fir; namely, no time to recover hair loft by nature, ANT. S. But your reafon was not fubftantial, why there is no time to recover. DRO. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore, to the world's end, will have bald followers. ANT. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclufion : But foft! who wafts us yonder? |