_Ant._ I do wonder why hard-favoured ladies, For the most part, keep worse-favoured waiting-women To attend them, and cannot endure fair ones. _Duch._ O, that's soon answered. Did you ever in your life know an ill painter Desire to have his dwelling next door to the shop Of an excellent picture-maker? 'twould disgrace His face-making, and undo him. I prithee, When were we so merry?--My hair tangles. _Ant._ Pray thee, Cariola, let's steal forth the room, And let her talk to herself: I have divers times Served her the like, when she hath chafed extremely. I love to see her angry. Softly, Cariola. [_Exeunt_ ANTONIO _and_ CARIOLA. _Duch._ Doth not the colour of my hair 'gin to change? When I wax gray, I shall have all the court Powder their hair with arras,[126] to be like me. You have cause to love me; I entered you into my heart Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keys. _Enter_ FERDINAND _behind._ We shall one day have my brothers take you napping; Methinks his presence, being now in court, Should make you keep your own bed; but you'll say Love mixed with fear is sweetest. I'll assure you, You shall get no more children till my brothers Consent to be your gossips. Have you lost your tongue? 'Tis welcome: For know, whether I am doomed to live or die, I can do both like a prince. _Ferd._ Die, then, quickly! [_Giving her a poniard._ Virtue, where art thou hid? what hideous thing Is it that doth eclipse thee? _Duch._ Pray, sir, hear me. _Ferd._ Or is it true thou art but a bare name, And no essential thing? _Duch._ Sir,-- _Ferd._ Do not speak. _Duch._ No, sir: I will plant my soul in mine ears, to hear you. _Ferd._ O most imperfect light of human reason, That mak'st us so unhappy to foresee What we can least prevent! Pursue thy wishes, And glory in them: there's in shame no comfort But to be past all bounds and sense of shame. _Duch._ I pray, sir, hear me: I am married. _Ferd._ So! _Duch._ Happily, not to your liking: but for that, Alas, your shears do come untimely now To clip the bird's wing that's already flown! Will you see my husband? _Ferd._ Yes, if I could change Eyes with a basilisk. _Duch._ Sure, you came hither By his confederacy.