The Comedy of Errors act 2 scene 1

Adriana:His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
from my poor cheek? Then he hath wasted it:
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? If
voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
unkindness blunts it more than marble hard:
Do their gay vestments his affetions bait?
That's not my fault: he's master of my state:
what ruins are in me that can be found, by him
not ruin'd? then is he the ground of my
defeatures. My decayed fair a sunny look of his
would soon repair but, too unruly deer, he
breaks the pale and feeds from home; poor I am
but his stale.