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That never meat fweet-favour'd in thy tafte,

Unless I fpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd.
How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it,
That thou art thus eftranged from thyself?
Thyfelf I call it, being ftrange to me:

That, undividable, incorporate,

Am better than thy dear felf's better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me:
For know, my love, as eafy may'st thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulph,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,

As take from me thyfelf; and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Should't thou but hear, I was licentious?
And that this body, confecrate to thee,
By ruffian luft should be contaminate?
Would't thou not spit at me, and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of husband in my face,
And tear the ftain'd skin of my harlot-brow,
And from my falfe hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?

I know thou canft; and therefore, fee, thou do it.
I am poffefs'd with an adulterate blot;
My blood is mingled with the Grime of luft:
For if we two be one, and thou play false,
I do digeft the poifon of thy flesh,

Being ftrumpeted by thy contagion.

Keep then fair league, and truce with thy true bed;
I live diftain'd, thou undishonoured.

Ant. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
In Ephefus I am but two hours old,

As ftrange unto your town as to your talk.
Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
Wants wit in all one word to understand.

Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd with

you;

When

When were you wont to use my sister thus?
She fent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
Ant. By Dromio?

S. Dro. By me?

Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee; and in his blows

Deny'd my houfe for his, me for his wife.

Ant. Did you converse, Sir, with this gentlewo

man?

What is the courfe and drift of your compact?

S. Dro. I, Sir, I never saw her 'till this time. Ant. Villain, thou lieft; for even her very words Didft thou deliver to me on the mart.

S. Dro. I never spoke with her in all my life. Ant. How can fhe thus then call us by our names, Unless it be by inspiration?

Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, To counterfeit thus grofly with your flave, Abetting him to thwart me in

my mood?
Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,
But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
Come, I will faften on this fleeve of thine;
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine :
Whofe weakness, marry'd to thy ftronger ftate,
Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate;
If aught poffefs thee from me, it is drofs,
Ufurping ivy, brier, or idle mofs;

Who, all for want of pruning, with intrufion
Infect thy fap, and live on thy confufion.

Ant. To me the speaks; the moves me for her

theme;

What, was I marry'd to her in my dream?
Or fleep I now, and think I hear all this?
What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
Until I know this fure uncertainty,
I'll entertain the favour'd fallacy.

Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
S. Dro. Oh, for my beads! I cross me for a finner.

!

This is the Fairy land: oh, fpight of spights!
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprights!
If we obey them not, this will enfue,

They'll fuck our breath, and pinch us black and blue. Luc. Why prat'ft thou to thyself, and answer'ft

not?

Dromio, thou drone, thou fnail, thou flug, thou fot!
S. Dro. I am transformed, mafter, am not I?
Ant. I think, thou art in mind, and fo am I.

S. Dro. Nay, master, both in mind and in my
shape.

Ant. Thou haft thine own form.

S. Dro. No; I am an ape.

Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an afs.
S. Dro. 'Tis true; fhe rides me, and I long for
grafs.

'Tis fo, I am an afs; else it could never be,
But I fhould know her, as well as fhe knows me.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the Eye and weep,
Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn.
Come, Sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate;
Husband, I'll dine above with you to day,
And fhrive you of a thoufand idle pranks;
Sirrah, if any afk you for your mafter,
Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter:
Come, fifter; Dromio, play the porter well.

Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking, mad or well advis'd?.
Known unto thefe, and to myfelf difguis'd?
I'll fay as they say, and perfevere so;
And in this mift at all adventures go.

S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I be porter at the gate?
Adr. Ay, let none enter, left I break your pate.
Luc. Come, come, Antipholis, we dine too late.

[Exeunt.

ACT

АСТ III.

SCENE I.

The Street before Antipholis's Houfe.

Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, Dromio of Ephesus, Angelo, and Balthazar.

Go

E. ANTIPHOLIS.

YOOD Signior Angelo, you must excufe us:
My wife is fhrewish, when I keep not hours;
Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop
To see the making of her carkanet;

And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
But here's a villain, that would face me down
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him ;
And charg`d him with a thousand marks in gold;
And that I did deny my wife and house :

Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
E. Dro. Say, what you will, Sir; but I know what
I know;

That

you

beat me at the mart, I have your hand to fhow;

If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,

Your own hand-writing would tell you what I think. E. Ant. I think, thou art an afs.

E. Dro. Marry, fo it doth appear

By the wrongs I fuffer, and the blows I bear;
Ι

I fhould kick, being kickt; and, being at that pafs,
You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
E. Ant. Y'are fad, Signior Balthazar. Pray God,
our cheer

May answer my good will, and your good welcome here.

Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and your

welcome dear.

E. Ant.

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E. Ant. Ah, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table-full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish. Bul. Good meat, Sir, is common; that ever churl

affords.

E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.

Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry feaft.

E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly hoft, and more sparing gueft:

But tho' my cates be mean, take them in good part; Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart. But, foft; my door is lockt; go bid them let us in. E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn ! S. Dro. [within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!

Either get thee from the door, or fit down at the hatch: Doft thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'ft for fuch ftore,

When one is one too many? go, get thee from the door.

E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my mafter ftays in the ftreet.

S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he came, left he catch cold on's feet.

E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the

door.

S. Dro. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore.

E. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not din'd to day.

S. Dro. Nor to day here you muft not: come again, when you may.

E. Ant. What art thou, that keep'ft me out from the house I owe?

S. Dro. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name

is Dromio.

E. Dro.

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