Uncouth. I thought, wifey, that you thought that way.
Mrs. Uncouth. Are you blind yourself?
Uncouth. My eyes see nothing by the side of yours.
Mrs. Uncouth. A fine husband the Lord has blessed me with! He can’t even make out what is loose and what tight.
Uncouth. I have always relied upon you in such matters, and rely even now.
Mrs. Uncouth. You may rely also upon this, that I will not let the churls do as they please. Go right away, sir, and tell them to flog——
SCENE 4. THE SAME AND BEASTLY
Beastly. Whom? For what? On the day of my betrothal! I beg you, sister, for the sake of the celebration, put off the flogging until to-morrow, and to-morrow, if you wish, I’ll gladly take a hand in it myself. My name is not Tarás Beastly, if I don’t make every offence a serious matter. In such things my custom is the same as yours, sister. But what has made you so angry?
Mrs. Uncouth. Here, brother, I’ll leave it to you. Mitrofán, just come here! Is this caftan baggy?
Beastly. No.