Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects, I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st vow Thyself I call it, being strange to me, Am better than thy dear self's better part. As take from me thyself, and not me too. I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do it. I am possess'd with an adulterate blot; My blood is mingled with the crime of lust: Being strumpeted by thy contagion. Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured. Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not: In Ephesus I am but two hours old, As strange unto your town, as to your talk; Luc. Fye, brother! how the world is chang'd with you: When were you wont to use my sister thus ? Ant. S. By Dromio? Dro. S. By me? Adr. By thee: and this thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows Deny'd my house for his, me for his wife. Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman? What is the course and drift of your compact? Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her till this time. words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. names, Unless it be by inspiration? Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme: What, was I married to her in my dream? I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. This is the fairy land;-O, spite of spites!We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; If we obey them not, this will ensue, They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot! 3 Unfertile. Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? Ant. S. I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. Dro, S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in m shape. Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. Dro. S. No, I am an ape. Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass. Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass. "Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, But I should know her as well as she knows me. Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes to scorn.- Ant. S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? And in this mist at all adventures go. Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate? pate. Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. [Exeunt. ་ Absolve. ACT III. SCENE I. The same. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR, Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must excuse us all; My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours: And that to-morrow you will bring it home. Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this? 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 handwriting would tell you what I think. Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass. Dro. E. Marry, so it doth appear By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear. I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass. 5 A necklace strung with pearls. |