LUCIANA

Perhaps some Merchant hath invited him, And from the Mars 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, They'll go or come; if so, be patient Sister. Because their business still lies out adore. O, know he is the bridle of your will. Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with h woe: There's nothing situate under ens eye, But hath his bound in earth, in eam, in sky. The beasts, the fish, and the winged fowls Are their males subjects, and at he r controls: Man more divine, the Master of all these, Lord of the wide world, and wild watery seas, Endued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence then fish and fowls, Are Master's to their females, and their Lords: Then let your will attend on their accords. Ere I learned love; I'll practice to obey. Till he come home again, I would for bear. Spoke he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Why pratest thou to thy self, and answerest not? Dromio, thou Dromio, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot. If thou art changed to ought, it's to and Ass. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine to late. What are you mad, that you do reason so? It is a fault that springs from your eye. Gaze when you should, and that will clear your sighed. Why call you me love? Call my sister so. That's my sister. All this my sister is, or else should be. O soft sir, hold you still: I'll fetch my sister to get her good will. First he deni'de you had in him no right. Then swore he that he was a stranger here. Then pleaded I for you. That love I begged for you, he begged of me. With words, that in and honest suit might move. First, he did praise my beauty, then my speech. Have patience I beseech. Who would be jealous then of such a one? No evil lost is wailed, when it is gone. How hast thou lost thy breath? Alas how fiery, and how sharp he looks. Aye me poor man, how pale and won he looks. God help poor souls, how idly do they talk. God for thy mercy, they are lose again. She never reprehended him but mildly, When he demeaned himself, rough, rude, and wildly, Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not? Complain unto the Duke of this indignity. Kneel to the Duke before he pass the Abbey. Near may I look on day, nor sleep on night, But she tells to your Highness simple truth. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Well, I will marry one day but to try: Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh. Quoth who? Fie how impatience lowreth in your face. Selfe-harming Jealousy; fie Beatrice it hence. How many found fools serve mad Jealousy? Fie brother, how the world is changed with you: When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. And I am witness with her that she did: And may it be that you have quite forgotten A husbands office? shall Antipholus Even in the spring of Love, thy Loue-springs rot? Shall love in buildings grow so ruinate? If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealths-sake use her with more kindness: Or if you Like elsewhere do it by stealth, Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye: Be not thy tongue thy own shames Orator: Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty: Apparel vice Like virtues harbinger: Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted, Teach sin the carriage of a holy Saint, Be secret false: what needs she be acquainted? What simple thief brags of his own attain? It's double wrong to truant with your bed, And let her read it in thy looks at board: Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed, Ill deeds is doubled with and evil word: Alas poor women, make us not believe (Being compact of credit) that you love us, Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve: We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Then gentle brother get you in again; Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wise; It's holy sport to be a little vain, When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.