GOR. Why, what is it now? still quarrelling and fighting?
VILL. What? will you never agree?
ANG. Only just look at him! he is drunk, and returns at this time of
night to make a noise and threaten to kill me.
GOR. She is right: it is not at this hour of night you should come
home. Why can you not, like a good father of a family, come home early
and live at peace with your wife?
BAR. Deuce take me, if I left the house! Ask those gentlemen who are
on the terrace there. It is she who has only just come home. Ah! how
innocence is always oppressed!
GOR. Well! Come, come, try to agree together, and ask her to forgive
you.
BAR. I ask her to forgive me! I had rather the devil flew off with
her. I am in such a terrible rage, I hardly know what to do.
GOR. Come, daughter, kiss your husband, and be friends.