What the devil? how now? thy hasty news?
[To his man.]
SERVINGMAN.
May it please you, sir—
[Servant in a fear.]
HUSBAND. What? May I not look upon my dagger? Speak villain, or I will execute the point on thee: quick, short.
SERVINGMAN. Why, sir, a gentleman from the University stays below to speak with you.
HUSBAND.
From the University? so! University—
That long word runs through me.
[Exit.]
WIFE.
Was ever wife so wretchedly beset?
[Wife alone.]