Gov. Nay, you may chuse: alas, I deal for strangers, That send ye scurvie musty Gowns, stale Liveries: I have my tricks.
Cel. 'Tis a good gown, a handsome one; I did but jest; where is he?
Gov. He that sent it—
Cel. How? he that sent it? is't come to that again? Thou canst not be so foolish: prethee speak out, I may mistake thee.
Gov. I said he that sent it.
Cel. Curse o' my life: why dost thou vex me thus?
I know thou meanest Demetrius, dost thou not?
I charge thee speak truth: if it be any other,
Thou knowst the charge he gave thee, and the justice
His anger will'inflift, if e're he know this,
As know he shall, he shall, thou spightfull woman,
Thou beastly woman; and thou shalt know too late too,
And feel too sensible, I am no ward,
No sale stuff for your money Merchants that sent if?
Who dare send me, or how durst thou, thou—
Gov. What you please: For this is ever the reward of service. The Prince shall bring the next himself.
Cel. 'Tis strange That you should deal so peevishly: beshrew ye, You have put me in a heat.
Gov. I am sure ye have kill'd me: I ne're receiv'd such language: I can but wait upon ye, And be your drudge; keep a poor life to serve ye.
Cel. You know my nature is too easie, Governess, And you know now, I am sorry too: how does he?