What business have you to give a retreat here in your house to my husband? PHILENIUM Troth, he really will this day be the death of wretched me, through sheer disgust. ARTEMONA (to DEMAENETUS.) Rise, wencher, be off home. DEMAENETUS I’m undone. ARTEMONA Yes, you are Yes, you are : He says, nullus sum, in the sense of I’m undone; but she chooses to take it as though he had meant I am a worthless fellow, which meaning these words are capable of bearing. ; don’t, i’ faith, gainsay it, you most vile of all men. Why, the cuckoo’s still on his nest Cuckoo’s still on his nest : The cuckoo takes possession of the nests of other birds. and lays its eggs there. Artemona probably alludes to that fact, on seeing her husband under such a disgraceful circumstances. . Rise, wencher, be off home. DEMAENETUS Woe to me! ARTEMONA You prophesy correctly. Rise, wencher, be off home. DEMAENETUS Step a little this way then. ARTEMONA Rise, wencher, be off home. DEMAENETUS Now, prithee, wife— ARTEMONA Do you remember now that I’m your wife? It was but just now, when you were heaping abuse upon me, that I wasn’t your wife. DEMAENETUS I’m utterly ruined. ARTEMONA Why, pray? Does the breath of your wife smell strong? DEMAENETUS It smells of myrrh. ARTEMONA Have you filched my mantle then to be giving to your harlot? ARGYRIPPUS By the powers—what, did he promise that he would filch your mantle? ARTEMONA Won’t you hold your tongue?