_Ant. E._ And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. [_Beating him._ _Off._ Good sir, be patient. _Dro. E._ Nay, ’tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity. 20 _Off._ Good, now, hold thy tongue. _Dro. E._ Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. _Ant. E._ Thou whoreson, senseless villain! _Dro. E._ I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows. 25 _Ant. E._ Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass. _Dro. E._ I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service 30 but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me with beating: I am waked with it when I sleep; raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when I return: nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as 35 a beggar wont her brat; and, I think, when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door. _Ant. E._ Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder. _Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the _Courtezan_, and PINCH._ _Dro. E._ Mistress, ‘respice finem,’ respect your end; or rather, the prophecy like the parrot, ‘beware the rope’s-end.’ 40 _Ant. E._ Wilt thou still talk? [_Beating him._ _Cour._ How say you now? is not your husband mad? _Adr._ His incivility confirms no less. Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer; Establish him in his true sense again, 45 And I will please you what you will demand. _Luc._ Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks! _Cour._ Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy! _Pinch._ Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse. _Ant. E._ There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. 50 [_Striking him._ _Pinch._ I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness his thee straight: I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven! _Ant. E._ Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad. 55 _Adr._ O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul! _Ant. E._ You minion, you, are these your customers? Did this companion with the saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to-day, Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, 60 And I denied to enter in my house? _Adr._ O husband, God doth know you dined at home; Where would you had remain’d until this time, Free from these slanders and this open shame! _Ant. E._ Dined at home!--Thou villain, what sayest thou? 65 _Dro. E._ Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. _Ant. E._ Were not my doors lock’d up, and I shut out? _Dro. E._ Perdie, your doors were lock’d, and you shut out. _Ant. E._ And did not she herself revile me there? _Dro. E._ Sans fable, she herself reviled you there. 70 _Ant. E._ Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?