time, sir; what's that? Basting. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry. If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it. Your reason? Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another dry basting. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a time for all things. I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric. By what rule, sir? Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself. Let's hear it. There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature. May he not do it by fine and recovery? Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the lost hair of another man. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts; and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity. For what reason? For two; and sound ones too. Nay, not sound, I pray you. Sure ones, then. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing. Certain ones then. Name them. The one, to save the money that he spends in trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge. You would all this time have proved there is no time for all things. Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair lost by nature. But your reason was not substantial, why there is no time to recover. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers. I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion: But, soft! who wafts us yonder? Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown: Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects; I am not Adriana nor thy wife. The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow That never words were music to thine ear, That never object pleasing in thine eye, That never touch well welcome to thy hand, That never meat sweet-savor'd in thy taste, Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carved to thee. How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it, That thou art thus estranged from thyself