Dor. He said little, mumbled something to himself, and promised to be guided by me: but here he comes.—
Enter Sullen.
Sul. What singing was that I heard just now?
Mrs. Sul. The singing in your head, my dear, you complained of it all day.
Sul. You're impertinent.
Mrs. Sul. I was ever so, since I became one flesh with you.
Sul. One flesh! rather two carcases joined unnaturally together.
Mrs. Sul. Or rather a living soul coupled to a dead body.
Dor. So, this is fine encouragement for me!
Sul. Yes, my wife shows you what you must do!