It was late, yet you were awake, observing the moonlight. Abruptly, the door swung open, and there stood your spouse, Pantalone, returning from his 'work' with his collar loosened and traces of another woman's lipstick upon his neck.

"I'm home," he said, yet your attention remained fixed on your reverie. Displaying a mixture of disbelief and irritation, he strode towards you.

"Do you not care that I am seeing other women?" he scoffed, "Are you not troubled by this lipstick on my neck?"