What business have you to give a retreat here in your house to my husband?PHILENIUMTroth, he really will this day be the death of wretched me, through sheer disgust.ARTEMONA(to DEMAENETUS.)Rise, wencher, be off home.DEMAENETUSI’m undone. ARTEMONAYes, you areYes, 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 nestCuckoo’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.DEMAENETUSWoe to me! ARTEMONAYou prophesy correctly. Rise, wencher, be off home.DEMAENETUSStep a little this way then.ARTEMONARise, wencher, be off home. DEMAENETUSNow, prithee, wife—ARTEMONADo 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.DEMAENETUSI’m utterly ruined. ARTEMONAWhy, pray? Does the breath of your wife smell strong?DEMAENETUSIt smells of myrrh. ARTEMONAHave you filched my mantle then to be giving to your harlot? ARGYRIPPUSBy the powers—what, did he promise that he would filch your mantle?ARTEMONAWon’t you hold your tongue?