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Dro. E. 0,-six-pence, that I had o' Wednesday, Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, last,

And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ;- Good sister, let us dine, and never fret: The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.

A man is master of his liberty : Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now : Time is their master; and, when they see time, Tell me, and dally not, where is the money ? They'll go, or come: If so, be patient, sister. We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more ? So great a charge from thine own custody ? Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door.

Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner: Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. I from my mistress come to you in post;

Luc. 0, know, he is the bridle of your will. If I return, I shall be post indeed :

Idr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so. For she will score your fault upon my pate. Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with wo. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, clock,

But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: And strike you home without a messenger. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are Are their males' subjects, and at their controls : out of season;

Men, more divine, and masters of all these, Reserve them till a merrier hour than this : Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? Indued with intellectual sense and souls,

Dro. E. To me, sir? why you gave no gold to me. of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your Are masters to their females, and their lords : foolishness,

Then let your will attend on their accords. And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed, Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. the mart

Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear Ilome to your house, the Phænix, sir, to dinner;

some sway: My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.

Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Int. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me, Adr. How if your husband start some other. In what safe place you have bestow'd my money;

where? Or I shall break that merry sconcer of yours, Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd : Adr. Patience unmov'd, no marvel though she Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?

pause; Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my They can be meek, that have no other cause. pate,

A wretched soul, bruis’d with adversity, Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry, But not a thousand marks between you both.- But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain, If I should pay your worship those again, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain : Perchance, you will not bear them patiently. So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, Ant. S. Thy mistress, marks! what mistress, With urging helpless patience would'st relieve me: slave, hast thou ?

But, if thou live to see like right bereit, Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at This fool-beggd patience in thee will be left. the Phønix;

Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try; She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, IIcre comes your man, now is your husband nigt. And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Ail. $. 'What, wilt thou tlout me thus unto my

Enter Dromio of Ephesus. face,

Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand ? Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for God's sake, that my two ears can witness. hold your hands;

Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him ? know'st Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.

thou his mind ?

[Exit Dromio E. Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear: Int. S: Upon my life, by some device or other, Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. The villain is o'er-raught? of all my nioney. Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not They say, this town is full of cozenage ;

feel his meaning ? As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,

Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, well feel his blows; and withal so doubtsully, that Soul-killing witches, that deform the body; I could scarce understand them." Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,

Adr. But say, I pr’ythee, is he coming home? And many such like liberties of sin:

It seems, he hath great care to please his wife. If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.

Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is hornI'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave;

mad. I greatly fear, my money is not safe. [Exil. dr. Horn-mad, thou villain ?

Dro. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure,

he's stark mad:

When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,
ACT II.

Ilc ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold:

'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: SCENE I. -A public place. Enler Adriana, Your meat doth burn, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: and Luciana.

Will you come home? quoth I; My gold, quoth he: Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return’d, Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, ril! ain? That in such haste I sent to seek his master! The pig, quoth I, is buru'd; My gold, quoth he: Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

My inistress, sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress; (1) Head. (2) Over-reached.

(3) i. e. Scarce stand under them.

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I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress ! Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ?
Luc. Quoth who?

My house was at the Phænix? Wast thou mad,
Dro. E. Quoth my master :

That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress ;- Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I such
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,

a word ?
I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ; Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.

since. Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me home.

hence, Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. home?

Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's reFor God's sake, send some other messenger.

ceipt ; Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across. And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner; Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. beating :

Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry vein : Between you, I shall have a holy head.

What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell me. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy master Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jcer, and flout me in the home.

teeth ? Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, Think'st thou, I jest ? Hold, take thou that, and That like a football you do spurn me thus ?.

that.

[Beating him. You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither: Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now your If I last in this service, you must case mc in leather. jest is earnest :

[Exit. Upon what bargain do you give it me?
Luc. Fie, how impatience low'reth in your face ! Ant, S. Because that I familiarly sometimes
Adr. His company must do his minions grace, Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. Your sauciness will jest upon my love,
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took, And make a common of my serious hours.
From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it : When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport,
Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ? But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.
If voluble and sharp discourse be marrd, If you will jest with me, know my aspéct,
Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. And fashion your demeanour to my looks,
Do their gay vestments his affections bait ? Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
That's not my fault, he's master of my state : Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave
What ruins are in me that can be found

battering, I had rather have it a head : an you By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground use these blows long, I must get a sconce for my of my defeatures :' My decayed fair?

head, and insconce' it too; or else I shall seek my A sunny look of his would soon repair :

wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, why am I But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,

beaten?
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.3 Ant. S. Dost thou not know?

Luc. Self-arming jealousy!—fie, beat it hence. Dro. S. Nothing, sir; but that I am beaten.
Adr. Unfeeling tools can with such wrongs dis- Ant. S. Shall I tell you why?
pense.

Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore ; for, they say,
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere; every why hath a wherefore.
Or else, what lets* it but he would be here? Ail. S. Why, first,-for flouting me; and then,
Sister, you know he promis'd me a chain ;-

wherefore,
Would that alone, alone he would detain, For urging it the second time to me.
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten
I see, the jewel, best enamelled,

out of season,
Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither
That others touch, yet osten touching will

rhyme nor reason ?-
Wear gold: and so no man, that hath a name, Well, sir, I thank you.
But falsehood and corruption doth it shame. Ant. S. Thank me, sir? for what?
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,

Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something that you
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. gave me for nothing.
Luc. How many fond Tools serve mad jealousy! Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you

[Exeunt. nothing for something. But say, sir, is it dinnerSCENE II.-The same. Enter Antipholus of

time? Syracuse.

Dro. S. No, sir; I think, the meat wants that I

I

have. Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up

Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that? Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave

Dro. S. Basting. Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.

Ant. S. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
By computation, and mine host's report,

Dro. S. If it be, sir, I pray you eat none of it.
I could not speak with Dromio, since at first Ant, S. Your reason?
I sent him from the mart: See, here he comes. Dro: S. Lest it make you choleric, and purchase
Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

me another dry basting.

Ant. S. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time;
How now, sir ? is your merry humour alter'd ? There's a time for all things.
As you love strokes, so jest with me again. Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you
You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? were so choleric.

Ant. S. By what rule, sir ?
(1) Alteration of features. (2) Fair, for fairness.
(3) Stalking-horse. (4) Hinders.

(6) Study my countenance. (5) i, e. Intrude on them when you please.

(7) A sconce was a fortification.

!

Dro. s. Marry, sir, bý a rule as plain as the And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, plain bald pate of father Time himself.

And from my false hand cut the wedding ring, Ant. s. 'Let's hear it.

And break it with a deep-divorcing vow? Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover I know thou canst ; and therefore, see, thou do it. his hair, that by nature

I am ; "Anto's. May he not do it by fine and recovery? My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:

Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and re- For, if we two be one, and thou play false, cover the lost hair of another man.

I do digest the poison of thy flesh, Ant. S. Why is time such a niggard of hair, Being strumpeted by thy contagion. being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement ? Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ;

Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured. on beasts: and what he hath scanted men in hair, Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know he hath giren them in wit.

you not: Ant. $. Why, but there's many a man hath more In Ephesus I am but two hours old, hair than wit.

As strange unto your town, as to your talk; Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the wit Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd, to lose his hair.

Want wit in all one word to understand. Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men Luc. Fie, brother ! how the world is chang'd plain dealers without wit.

with you! Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: Yet When were you wont to use my sister thus ? he loseth it in a kind of jollity.

She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. $. For what reason ?

Ant. S. By Dromio ? Dro. $. For two; and sound ones too.

Dro. S. By me? Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.

Adr. By thee: and this thou did'st return from Dro. S. Sure ones then.

him, Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing. That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows, Dro. s. Certain ones then.

Deny'd my house for his, me for his wise. ht. S. Name them.

Ait. s. Did you converse, sir, with this gentleDro. S. The one, to save the money that he

woman? spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they What is the course and drist of your compact ? should not drop in his porridge.

Dro. S. I, sir ? I never saw her till this time. Ant. S. You would all this time have proved Ant. S. Villain, thou liest; for even her very there is no time for all things.

words Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. to recover hair lost by nature.

Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. Ant. S. But your reason was not substantial, Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our why there is no time to recover.

names, Dro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, Unless it be by inspiration ? and therefore, to the world's end, will have bald Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, followers.

To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion: Abetting him to thwart me in my mood !
But soft! who wasts' us yonder ?

Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,
Enter Adriana and Luciana.

But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.

Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine : Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine; frown;

Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspécts,

Makes me with thy strength to communicate: I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.

If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss ; vow,

Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusi. ? That never words were music to thine ear,

Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion. That never object pleasing in thine eye,

Ant. $. To me she speaks; she moves 12- ror 'That never touch well-welcome to thy hand,

her theme: That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste,

What, was I married to her in my dream? Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee. Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? How comes it now, my husband,

oh, how comes it, What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? That thou art then estranged from thyself?

Until I know this sure uncertainty, Thyself I call it, being strange to me,

I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. That, undividable, incorporate,

Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for Am better than thy dear self's better part.

dinner. Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;

Dro. S. O, for my beads ! I cross me for a sinner. For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall

This is the fairy land ;-0, spite of spites! A drop of water in the breaking gull,

We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; And take unmingled thence that drop again,

If we obey them not, this will ensue, Without addition, or diminishing,

They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. As take from me thysell, and not me too.

Lic. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,

not? Should'st thou but hear I were licentious;

Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot! And that this body, consecrate to thee,

Dro. S. I am transform’d, master, am not I ? By ruffian lust should be contaminate!

Ant. s. I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. Would'st thou not spit at me, and spurn at me,

Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in my And hurl the name of husband in my face,

shape.

Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form.
(1) Beckons,
(2) Unfertile.
Uro. s.

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Scene I.

COMEDY OF ERRORS.
Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a
Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for

merry feast.
grass.

Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be,

sparing guest: But I should know her as well as she knows me. But though my cates: be mean, take them in good Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,

part; To put the finger in the eye and weep,

Better cheer may you have, but not with better Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes to scorn.

heart, Come, sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate :- But, soft; my door is lock'd; Go bid them let us in. Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day,

Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, GilAnd shrivel you of a thousand idle pranks:

lian, Jen'! Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,

Dro. S. [Within.) Mome, malt-horse, capon, Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter.

coxcomb, idiot, patch !5 Come, sister :-Dromio, play the porter well. Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the Ant. s. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell ?

hatch: Sleeping, or waking ? mad, or well-advis'd ? Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd !

such store, IN say as they say, and persever so,

When one is one too many ? Go, get thee from the And in this mist at all adventures go.

door.
Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate ? Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My
Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your master stays in the street.
pate.

Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came,
Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. lest he catch cold on's feet.

[Exeunt. Ant. E. Who talks within there ? ho, open the

door.
Dro. S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll

tell me wherefore.
ACT III.

Ant. E. Wherefore ? for my dinner ; I have not

din'd to-day. SCENE I.-The same. Enter Antipholus of Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come Ephesus, Dromio of Ephesus, Angelo, and Bal

again, when you may. thazar.

Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out from Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must excuse

the house I owe {c us all;

Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours:

name is Dromio. Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop,

Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine of To see the making of her carkanet,

fice and my name; And that to-morrow you will bring it home. The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle But here's a villain, that would face me down

blame. He met me on the mart; and that I beat him,

If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold;

Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, And that I did deny my wife and house:

or thy name for an ass. Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by

Luce. [Wiihin.) What a coil' is there ? Dromio, this?

who are those at the gate ?
Dro. E. Say what you will, sir, but I know what

Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce.
I know:

Luce.

Faith, no; he comes too late; That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to And so tell your master. skow :

Dro. E.

O Lord, I must laugh:-
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you Have at you with a proverb. --Shall I set in my

staff?
Gave were ink,
Your own hand-writing would tell you what I think. Luce. Have at you with another: that's,-When?
Anisi. I think, thou art an ass.

can you tell ?
Marry, so it doth appear

Dro. S. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.

hast answer'd him well. Is yuld kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,

Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion ? you'll let us You would keep from my heels, and be.sare of an in, I hope?

Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.

And

Dro. S.
Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'Pray

you

said, no. God, our cheer

Dro. E. So, come, help ; well struck ; there May answer my good will, and your good welcome

was blow for blow.
here.

Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.
Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your

Luce.

Can you tell for whose sake ? welcome dear.

Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard.

Luce.
Anl. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or

Let him knock till it ache, fish,

Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty

door down. dish.

Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks Bal. Good meat, sir, is common; that every

in the town? churl affords.

Adr. [Within.) Who is that at the door, that Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's

keeps all this noise ? nothing but words.

Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with

unruly boys. (1) Absolve. (2) A necklace strung with pearls. (3) Dishes of meat. (4) Blockhead. (5) Fool. (6) Iown, am owner of. (7) Bustle, tumult.

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ass.

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crow.

Ant. E. Are you there, wife ? you might have Pretty and witty; wild, and, yet too, gentle ; come before.

There will we dine: this woman that I mean, Adr. Your wife, sir knave ? go, get you from My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) the door.

Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal; Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave To her will we to dinner.-Get you home, would go sore.

And fetch the chain; by this, I know, 'tis made : Ing. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome ; Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine we would sain have either.

For there's the house; that chain will'I bestow Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part (Be it for nothing but to spite my wife, with neither.

Upon mine hostess there : good sir, make haste : Dro. E. They stand at the door, master ; bid Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, them welcome hither.

I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour cannot get in.

hance. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your Int. E. Do so: This jest shall cost me some garments were thin.

expense.

(Ereunt. Your cake here is warm within ; you stand here in the cold :

SCENE 11.The same. Enter Luciana, and It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so

Antipholus of Syracuse. bought and sold.2 Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot the gate.

A husband's office ? Shall, Antipholus, hate, Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? your knave's pate.

Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate ? Dro. É. A man may break a word with you, If you did wed my sister for her wealth, sir : and words are but wind;

Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not kindness : behind.

Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking: Out Mulile your false love with some show of blindupon thee, hind!

ness : Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I Let not my sister read it in your eye; pray thee, let me in.

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty ; fish have no fin.

Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger: Ant. E. Well, I'll break in ; Go borrow me a Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;

Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint ; Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, Be secret-false : What need she be acquainted ? mean you so ?

What simple thief brags of his own attaint ? For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a "Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed, feather :

And let her read it in thy looks at board: If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed ; together.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron Alas, poor women! make us but believe,

Being compact of credit, that you love us; Bal. Have patience, sir ; 0, let it not be so ; Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve; Herein you war against your reputation,

We in your motion turn, and you may move us. And draw within the compass of suspect Then, gentle brother, get you in again; The unviolated honour of your wife.

Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife : Once this,-Your long experience of her wisdom, 'Tis holy sport to be a little rain, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,

When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; Ant. S. Sweet mistress (what your name is else, And doubt not, sir, that she will well excuse

I know not,
Why at this time the doors are made against you. Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,)
Be ruld by me ; depart in patience,

Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show And let us to the Tiger all to dinner :

not, And, about evening, come yourself alone,

Than our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. To know the reason of this strange restraint. |Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; If by strong hand you offer to break in,

Lay open to my earthly gross conceit, Now in the stirring passage of the day, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, A vulgar comment will be made on it;

The folded meaning of your word's deceit. And that suppos’d by the common rout

Against my soul's pure truth why labour you, Against your yet ungalled estimation,

To make it wander in an unknown field? That may with foul intrusion enter in,

Are you a god ? would you create me new?
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead : Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield.
For slander lives upon succession;

But is that I am I, then well I know,
For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession. Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
Ant. E. You have prevailed; I will depart in Nor to her bed no homage do I owe;
quiet,

Far more, far more, to you do I decline.
And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry. 0, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
I know a wench of excellent discourse,

To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears;

Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote : (1) Have part. (2) A proverbial phrase. 19 i. e. Made fast. (4) By this time. |(6) i.e. Being made altogether of credulity. (5) Lote-springs are young plants or shoots of love. (7) Vain, is light of tongue. (8) Mermaid for siren.

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