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DROMIO E. [Exit.]

Am I so round with you as you with me
That like a football you do spurn me thus?
You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither.
If I last in this service you must case me in leather. [85]

LUCIANA

Fie, how impatience loureth in your face.

ADRIANA

His company must do his minions grace
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age th’alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it. [90]
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marred,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard.
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That’s not my fault; he’s master of my state. [95]
What ruins are in me that can be found
By him not ruined? Then is he the ground
Of my defeatures. My decayèd fair
A sunny look of his would soon repair.
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale [100]
And feeds from home. Poor I am but his stale.

LUCIANA

Self-harming jealousy! Fie, beat it hence.

ADRIANA

Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense.
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere;
Or else what lets it but he would be here? [105]
Sister, you know he promised me a chain.
Would that alone a love him would detain
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed.
I see the jewel best enamellèd
Will lose his beauty. Yet the gold bides still [110]
That others touch; and often touching will