A man vigorously whipping his donkey, which brays in great pain. His wife comes along to tell him to desist. WIFE: Desist, desist. The poor creature meant no harm, Fabricius. MAN: Farted in my face, didn't it? A great noseful of foul air. (he continues beating) WIFE: Foul, you say? She eats only sweet grass and fresh-smelling herbs, while you-you guzzle sour horsemeat and get drunk on cheap wine. MAN: Oh, I do, do I? Take that, you slut. (he beats her till she bleeds)35. (SAY) EXTERIOR DAY A ROAD