That never meat sweet-favour'd in thy taste, 1 How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it, That thou art thus estranged from thyself? Thyself I call it, being strange to me: That, undividable, incorporate, Am better than thy dear self's better part. Keep then fair league, and truce with thy true bed; Ant. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not: Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd with you; When When were you wont to use my fister thus? 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 Ant. Did you converse, Sir, with this gentlewo man? What is the course and drift of your compaся? S. Dro. I never spoke with her in all my life. 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 fasten on this fleeve of thine; Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine: Whose weakness, marry'd to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate; If aught possess 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 she speaks; the moves me for her theme; What, was I marry'd to her in my dream? Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou fot! shape. Ant. Thou hast thine own form. Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an afs. grafs. 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? S. Dro. Master, shall I be porter at the gate? Adr. Ay, let none enter, lest I break your pate. Luc. Come, come, Antipholis, we dine too late. [Exeunt. ACT SCENE I. ACT III. The Street before Antipholis's House. Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, Dromio of Ephefus, Angelo, and Balthazar. G E. ANTIPHOLIS. OOD Signior Angelo, you must excuse us: Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop I know; That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show; If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink, Your own hand-writing would tell you what I think. By the wrongs I fuffer, and the blows I bear; 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. al 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 host, 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'st for fuch store, When one is one too many? go, get thee from the door. E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my mafter stays in the street. 10 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. k 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 S. Dro. Nor to day here you must not: come again, s. when you may. P E. Ant. What art thou, that keep'st me out from the house I owe? e S. Dro. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name is Dromio. 11 E. Dro. |