MET. But pray, do not be prolix. I have listened already a long time, and it is reasonable that I should speak in my turn.
ALB. Detestable torturer!
MET. Hey! good lack! would you have me listen to you for ever? Let us share the talk, at least, or I shall be gone.
ALB. My patience is really…
MET. What, will you proceed? You have not done yet? By Jove, I am stunned.
ALB. I have not spoken…
MET. Again! good Heavens! what exuberant speechifying! Can nothing be done to stop it?
ALB. I am mad with rage.
MET. You are talking again! What a peculiar way of tormenting people! Let me say a few words, I entreat you; a fool who says nothing cannot be distinguished from a wise man who holds his tongue.
ALB. Zounds! I will make you hold yours. (Exit).