DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
I durst have denied that before you were so choleric.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
By what rule, sir?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of Father Time himself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Let’s hear it.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
There’s no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
May he not do it by fine and recovery?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover the lost hair of another man.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts, and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Why, but there’s many a man hath more hair than wit.