Perde 4
[Textpart 4]
Be off, I say.
A COOK.
Are you not going to have a dinner?
750
LYSIMACHUS
We are full already.
750
LYSIMACHUS
I’m utterly undone.
DORIPPA
What say you? Have those persons ordered these things to be brought to you as well, between whom you were appointed arbitrator?
A COOK.
Is this person (pointing to DORIPPA) your mistress, whom a little time since you told me you were in love with, when you were buying the provisions?
LYSIMACHUS
Won’t you hold your tongue?
A COOK.
A very pretty figure of a woman! I’ faith, she does love a sweetheart.
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LYSIMACHUS
Won’t you be off to perdition?
LYSIMACHUS
But you are amiss.
A COOK.
I’ troth, I do fancy she’s a nice bed-fellow.
LYSIMACHUS
Won’t you be off? I’m not the person that hired you just now.
A COOK.
How’s that? Nay but, upon my faith, you are that very man.
LYSIMACHUS
Alas wretch that I am!
A COOK.
Your wife’s in the country, I suppose, whom you were saying a little time ago you hated full as much as vipers.
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LYSIMACHUS
I, said that to you?
A COOK.
Aye, to me, upon my faith.
LYSIMACHUS
So may Jupiter love me, wife, I never did say that.
