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DUCHESS I sent for you: sit down;

Take pen and ink, and write: are you ready?

ANTONIO. Yes.

DUCHESS. What did I say?

ANTONIO. That I should write somewhat.

DUCHESS. O, I remember.

After these triumphs and this large expense

It 's fit, like thrifty husbands, we inquire

What 's laid up for to-morrow.

ANTONIO. So please your beauteous excellence.

DUCHESS. Beauteous!

Indeed, I thank you. I look young for your sake;

You have ta'en my cares upon you.

ANTONIO. I 'll fetch your grace

The particulars of your revenue and expense.

DUCHESS. O, you are

An upright treasurer: but you mistook;

For when I said I meant to make inquiry

What 's laid up for to-morrow, I