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Solinus, duke of Ephesus.

Angelo, a goldsmith. Aegeon, a merchant of Syracuse.

A Merchant, friend to Antipholus of Syracuse.

Twin brothers, and Pinch, a schoolmaster, and a conjurer. ANTIPholus of Ephesus, sons to Aegeon and Aemilia, wise to Aegeon, an abbess at Ephesus. ANTIPHOLưs of Syracuse, Aemilia, but unknown Adriana, wifeto Antipholus of Ephesus.

to each other. Luciana, her sister. DRomio of Ephesus,

Twin brothers, and Luce, her servant.

attendants on the two A Courtezan. Dronio of Syracuse, Antipholus's.

Gaoler, officers, and other Attendants. BALTHAZAR, a merchant.

SCENE, - Ephesus.

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And soon, and safe, arrived, where I was.

There she had not been long, but she became
SCENEI.- A hall in the Duke's palace. A joyful mother of two goodly sons ;
Enter Duke, Aegeox, Gaoler, Officers, and other And, which was strange, the one so like the other,

As could not be distinguish'd but by names.
Aege. Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall, That very hour, and in the selfsame inn,
And, by the doom of death, end woes and all! A poor mean woman was delivered

Duke. Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more! of such a burden, male twins, both alike.
I am not partial to infringe our laws :

Those, for their parents were exceeding poor,
The enmity and discord, which of late

I bought, and brought up to attend my sons,
Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys,
To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen, - Made daily motions for our home returu :
Who, wanting gilders to redeem their lives, Unwilling I agreed ; alas, too soon.
Have sealed his rigorous statutes with their bloods, We came aboard :
Excludes all pity from our threat’ning looks. A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd,
For, since the mortal and intestine jais

Before the always-wind-obeying deep
'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,

Gave any tragic instance of our harm :
It hath in solemın synods been decreed,

But longer did we not retain much hope;
Both by the Syracusans and ourselves,

For what obscured light the heavens did grant,
To admit no traffic to our adverse towns :

Did but convey unto our fearful minds
Nay, more,

A doubtful warrant of immediate death;
If any, horn at Ephesus, be seen

Which, though myself would gladly have embrac'd,
At any Syracusan marts and i'airs;

Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,
Again, if any Syracusan born

Weeping before for what she saw must come,
Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,

And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,
His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose;

That mourn’d for fashion, ignorant, what to fear,
Unless a thousand marks belevied,

Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me.
To quit the penalty, and to ransome him.

And this it was,- for other means was none.--
Thy substance, valued at the highest rate,

The sailors sought for safety by our boat,
Cannot amount unto a hundred marks ;

And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us.
Therefore, by law thou art condemn’d to die. My wife, more careful for the latter-born,
Aege. Yet this my comfort; when your words are Had fasten’d him unto a small spare mast,

Such as sea-faring men provide for stornis;
My woes end likewise with the evening sun. To him one of the other twins was bound,

Ďuke. Well, Syracusan, say, in brief, the cause Whilst I had been like heedful of the other.
Why thoa departedst from thy native home, The children thus dispos’d, my wife and I,
And for what cause thou cam’st to Ephesus,

Fixing our eyes on whom our care was hx'd,
dege. A heavier task could not have been impos’d, Fasteu'd ourselves at either end the mast,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable :

And floating straight, obedient to the stream,
Yet that the world may witness, that my


Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought.
Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence, At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,
I'll atter, what my sorrow gives me leave.

Dispers'd those vapours that offended us,
In Syracusa was I born, and wed

And, by the benefit of his wish'd light,
Unto a woman, happy but for me,

The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered
And by me too, had not our hap been bad.

Two ships from far making amain to us,
With her I liv'd in joy; our wealth increas’d, of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this:
By prosperous voyages I often made

But ere they came,

0, let me say no more!
To Epidamnum, 'till my factor's death;

Gather the sequel by that went before!
And he (great care of goods at random left)

Duke. Nay, forward, old man, do not break off so!
Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse: For we may pity, though not pardon thee.
From whom my absence was not six months old, dege. 0, had the gods done so, I had not now
Before herself (almost at fainting under

Worthily term’d them merciless to us!
The pleasing punishment, that women bear,) For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues,
Had made provision for her following me,

We were encounter'd by a mighty rock;

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Act I.]

261 Which being violently borne upon,

Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst, And then return, and sleep within mine inn;
So that, in this unjnst divorce of us,

For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Fortune had left to both of us alike
What to delight in, what to sorrow for.

Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your word, Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened

And goindeed, having so good a mean. Exit Dromio S. With lesser weight, but not with lesser woe, Ant. S. A trusty villain, sir, that very oft, Was carried with more speed before the wind; When I am dull with care and melancholy, And in our sight they three were taken up

Lightens my humour with his merry jests. By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.

What, will you walk with me about the towy,
At length, another ship had seiz'd on us,

And then go to my inn, and dine with me?
And, knowing whom it was their hap to save, Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
Gave helpful welcome to their shipwreck'd guests, Of whom I hope to make much benefit;
And would have reft the fishers of their prey, I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock,
Had not their bark been very slow of sail;

Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
And therefore homeward did they bend their course.- And afterwards consort you till bed-time;
Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss ; My present business calls me from yon now.
That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd,

Ant. S. Farewell till then! I will go lose myself, To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.

And wander up and down, to view the city. Duke. And, for the sake of them thou sorrowest for, Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. Do me the favour, to dilate at full

(Exit Merchant. What hath befall’n of them, and thee, till now! Ant. S. He, that commends me to mine own content, , dege. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, Commends me to the thing, I cannot get. At eighteen years became inquisitive

I to the world am like a drop of water, After his brother, and impórtun’d me,

That in the ocean seeks another drop, That his attendant, (for his case was like,

Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Reft of his brother, but retain’d his name,) Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself. Might bear him company in the quest of him: Sol, to find a mother, and a brother, Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see,

In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. I hazarded the loss of whom I lov’d.

Enter Dromio of Ephesus. Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece, Here comes the almanac of my true date. Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia, What now? How chance, thou art return'd so soon? And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus;

Dro. E. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too Hopeless to find, yet loath to leave unsought,

late: Or that, or any place that harbours men.

The capon barns, the pig falls from the spit ; But here must end the story of my life,

The clock has strucken twelve upon the bell,
And happy were I in my timely death,

My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
Could all my travels warrant me, they live, She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
Duke. Hapless Aegeon, whom the fates have mark’d The meat is cold, because you come not home ;
To bear the extremity of dire mishap!

You come pot home, because you have no stomach; Now, trust me, were it not against our laws,

You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,

But we, that know what'tis to fast and pray,
Which princes, would they, may not disannul, Are penitent for your default to-day.
My soul should sue as advocate for thee.

Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir! tell me this, I pray: But though thou art adjudged to the death,

Where have you left the money, that I gave you? And passed sentence may not be recallid,

Dro. E, 0, -sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last, But to our honour's great disparagement,

To pay the saddler for my mistress'crupper? Yet will I favour thee in what I can.

The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not. Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day, Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now: To seek thy help by beneficial help.

and dally not, where is the money? Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus;

We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum,

So great a charge from thine own custody? And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die. Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner: Gaoler, take him to thy custody !

I from my mistress come to you in post; Gaol. I will, my lord.

If I return, I shall be postindeed; dege. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Aegeon wend, For she will score your fault npon my pate. But to procrastinate his lifeless end. (Exeunt. Methinks, yonr inaw, like mine, should be your clock,

And strike you home without a messenger.
SCENE II. – A public place.

Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of
Enter ANTIPHOLUS and Dromio of Syrucuse, and a season;

Reserve them till a merrier hour than this! Mer. Therefore, give out, you are of Epidamnum, Where is the gold, I gave in charge to thee? Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.

Dro. E. To me, sir? why you gave no gold to me. This very day, a Syracusad merchant

Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your fooIs apprehended for arrival here,

lishness, And not being able to buy out his life,

And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. According to the statute of the town,

Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from the
Dies, ere the weary sun set in the west.
There is yoor money, that I had to keep.

Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner;
Ant. S. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.
And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee!

Ant. 8. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me,
Within this hourit will be dinner-time:

In what safe place you have bestow'd my money; Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,

Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,

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That stands on tricks, when I am undispos’d: So thou, that hast no nnkind mate to grieve thee,
Where is the thousand marks, thou hadst of me? With urging helpless patience would'st relieve me:

Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my pate, But, if thou live to seelike right bereft,
Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, This fool-begg'd patience in thice will be left.
But not a thousand marks between you both. -

Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try;
If I should pay your worship those again,

Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh. Perchance, you will not bear them patiently.

Enter Dronio of Ephesus.
Ant. S. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand?
hast thou ?

Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that
Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the mytwo ears can witness.

Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him ? know'st thou
She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner,

his mind?
And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Dro. E, Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear;

Ani. š. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.
Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave! Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel
Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold his meaning ?

Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well
Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take


heels. feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that I could

(Exit Dro. E. scarce understand them. Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, Adr. But say, I pr’ythee, is he coming home? The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.

It seems, he hath great c-re to please his wife. They say, this town is full of cozenage;

Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.
As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,

Adr. llorn-mad, thou villain?
Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, Dro. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's
Soul-killing witches, that deform the body;

stark mad; Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,

When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, And many such like liberties of sin.

leash'd me for a thousand marks in gold : If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.

'Tis dinner--time, quothl; My gold, quoth he: I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave;

Your meat do:h burn, quoth I; My golu, quoth he: I greatly fear, my money is not safe.

(Exit. Will you come home? quoth I; My gold, quoth he:

Where is the thousand marks, I gave thee, villain?

The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he:

My mistress, sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress ;
SCENE I. – A public place.

I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress!

Luc. Quoth who?
Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return’d, Dro. È. Quoth my master:
That in such haste I sent to seek his master!

I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress;-
Sure, Luciava, it is two o'clock.

So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders ;.
And from the mart he's somewhere gove to dinner. For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
Good sister, let us dine, and never fret!

Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home!
A man is master of his liberty:

Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? Time is their master; and, when they see time, For God's sake, send some other messenger! They'll go, or come. If so, be patient, sister!

Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy head across. Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other beatLuc. Because their business still lies out o’door. 'ing: Adr. Look, when I serve him. so, he takes itill.

Between you I shall have a holy head. Luc. O, know, he is the bridle of your will.

Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy master home! Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe. That like a football you do spurn me thus? There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky:

If Ilast in this service, you must case me in leather. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,

(Exit. Are their males' subject, and at their controls: Luc. Fye, how impatience lowreth in your

face! Men, more divine, the masters of all these,

Adr. His company must do his minions grace, Lords of the wide world, and wild watry scas, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. : Indued with intellectual sense and souls,

Hath homely age the alluring beauty took of more pre-eminence, than fish and fowls,

From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it: Are masters to their females, and their lords:

Are my discourses dull? barren my wit ?
Then let your will attend on their accords.

If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard.
Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear some That's not my fault, he's master of my state.

What ruins are in me, that can be found
Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey.

By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground
Adr. How if your husband start some other where? of my defeatures: my decayed fair
Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. A sunny look of his would soon repair:

Adr. Patience, unmov’d, no marvelthough sho pause; But, too nnruly deer, he breaks the pale,
They can be meek, that have no other ca

And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.
A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,

Luc. Self-harming jealousy!- fye, beat it hence! Webid be quiet, when we hear it cry;

Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, I kuow his eve doth homage otherwhere; As much, or more, we should ourselves complain : Or else, what lets it but he would be here?

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Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain;

Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you noWould that alone, alone he would detain,

thing for something. But say, sir, is it dinner time? So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!

Dro. S. No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
I see, the jewel, best enamelled,

Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that?
Will lose his beauty; and though gold ’bides still, Dro. S. Basting
That others touch, yet osten touching will

Ant. S. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
Wear gold : and so no man, that hath a name, Dro. S. Ifit be, sir, I pray you eat none of it.
But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.

Ant. S. Your reason ?
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,

Dro. S. Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.

another dry basting Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Ant. S. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time! There's

[Exeunt. a time for all things. SCENE II. — The same.

Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you were so
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

And. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up Ant. S. By what rule, sir?
Safe at the Centaur, aud the heedful slave

Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plair, as the plain
Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.

bald pate of father Time himself.
By computation, and mine host's report,

Ant. S. Let's hear it.
I could not speak with Dromio, since at first

Dro. 8. There's no time for a man to recover his
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes. hair, that grows bald by nature.
Enter Drowo of Syracuse.

Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery?
How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd ? Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for his peruke, and recover
As you love strokes, so jest with me again.

the lost hair of another man.
You know no Centaur? you received no gold? Ant. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being,
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? as it is, so plentiful an excrement?
My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad, Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on
That thus so madly thou didst answer me?

beasts: and what he hath scanted men in hair, he hath
Dro. S. What answer,sir? when spake I such a word ? given them in wit.
Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour since. Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man, hath more
Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me henee, hair, than wit.
Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Dro.S. Not a man of those, but he hath the wit to lose
Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, his hair.
And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner;

Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain
For which, I hope, thou felt’st I was displeas'd. dealers without wit.

Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry vein. Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he
What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me! loseth it in a kind of jollity.
Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the Ant. S. For what reason?

Dro. S. Fortwo; and sound ones too.
Think'st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that! Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.

[Beating him. Dro. S. Sure ones, then.
Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now your jest is Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.

Dro. S. Certain ones then.
Upon what bargain do you give it me?

Ant. S. Name them!
Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometime

Dro. S. The one, to save the money, that he spends
Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,

in tiring: the other, that at dinner they should not Your sauciness will jest npon my love,

drop in his porridge.
And make a common of my serious hours.

Ant. 8. You would all this time hrave proved, there
When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, is no time for all things.
But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to
If you will jest with me, know my aspect,

recover hair lost by nature.
And fashion your demeanour to my looks,

Ant. S. Bat your reason was not substantial, why Or I will beat this method in your sconce.

there is no time to recover.
Dro. S. Sconce, call you it'; so you would leave bat-| Dro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and
tering, I had rather have it a head : an you use these therefore, to the world's end will have bald followers.
blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, an in Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion. But
sconce it toð; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoul- soft! who wafts us yonder?
ders. But, I pray, sir, why am I beaten ?

Enter ADRIANA and Luciaxa.
Ant. S. Dost thou not know?

Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown!
Dro. S. Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten. Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,
Ant. $. Shall I tell you, why?

I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.
Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for, they say, every The time was once, when thou unarg'd would'st vow,
why hath a wherefore,

That never words were music to thine ear, Ant. S. Why, first for flouting me; and then, That never object pleasing in thine eye, wherefore,

That never touch well-welcome to thy hand,
For urging it the second time to me.

That never meat sweet-savour’d in thy taste,
Dro. S. Was there ever any mian thus beaten out of Unless I spake, look’d, touch’d, or carv’d to thec.

How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it,
When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither rhyme, That thou art then estranged from thyself?

nor reason? Well, sir, I thank you.

Thyself I call it, being strange to me,

That, undividable, incorporate,
Ant. S. Thank me, sir? for what?

Am better, than thy dear self's bet er part.
Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something, that you Ah, do not tear away thyself from me.
gave me for nothing.

For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall

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A drop of water in the breaking gulph,

Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. And take unmingled thence that drop again,

Dro. S. No, I am an ape. Without addition, or diminishing,

Luc. If thou art chang'd to anght, 'tis to an ass.
As take from methyself, and not me too.

Dro. S. 'Tis true; sherides me, and I long for grass,
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be,
Should'st thou but hear, I were licentious ?

But I should know her, as well as she knows me.
And that this body, consecrate to thee,

Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
By rullanlust should be contaminate?

To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Would'st thou not spit at me, and spurn at me, Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn. —
And hurl the name of husband in my face,

Come, sir, to dinner! Dromio, keep the gate! -
And tear the stain'd skin ofl'my harlot brow,

Ilusband, i'll dine above with you to-day,
Aud from my false hand cut the wedding ring, And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks :-
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?

Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do it. Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter! -
I am possess’d with an adulterate blot;

Come, sister:- Dromio, play the porter well !
My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:

Ant, S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? For, if we two be one, and thou play false,

Sleeping, or waking? mad, or well-advis'd ? I do digest the poison of thy fleshi,

Known unto these, and to myself disguis’d! Being strumpeted by thy contagion.

I'll say as they say, and persever so,
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; And in this mist at all adventures go.
I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured.

Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
Ant. S. Plead you to me, , fair dame? I know you not : Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,

Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.
As strange unto your town, as to your talk;

Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
Want wit in all one word to understand.
Luc.Fye,brother! how the world is chang’d with you!

А ст III.
When were you wont to use my sister thus?


- The same. She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.

Enter ANTIPIOLUS of Ephesus, Dromo of Ephesus, Ant. S. By Dromio?

ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR. Dro. S. By nic?

Ant. E. Good signior Augelo, you must excu

cuseus all; Adr. By thee; and this thou didst return from him,-- My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours : That he did bullet thee, and, in his blows,

Say, that Iinger'd with youat your shop,
Denied my house for his, me for his wife.

To see the making of her carkanet,
Ant. S. Did you converse,sir, with this gentlewoman? And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
What is the course and drist of your compact ? But here's a villain, that would face me down
Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw ber till this time. He met me on the mart; and that I beat him,
Ant. S. Villain, thou liest ; for even her very words and charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold;
Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.

And that I did deny my wife and house:-
Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our names, Dro. L. Say what you will, sir, but I know what I
Unless it be by inspiration?

know; Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity,

That you beat me at the mart, I have your

hand to To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,

show: Abctting him to thwart me in my mood ?

If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave, Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,

were ink, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt! Your own handwriting would tell you, what I think. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:

Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass.
Thou art an elm, my husband, sa vine,

Dro. E. Marry, so it doth appear
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, By the wrongs, I sull'er, and the blows, I bear.
Makes me with thy strength to communicate: I should kick, being kicked; and being at that pags,
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,

You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
Usurpingivy, briar, or idle moss;

Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'pray God, Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion

our cheer Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.

Mayanswer my good will,and your good welcome here. Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for her Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and

your theme:

come dear. What, was I married to her in my dream?

Ant. I, O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh, or fish, Or sleep I now, and think, I hear all this?

A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish, What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ?

Bul. Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl Until I know this sure uncertainty,

affords. I'll entertain the oiler'd fallacy.

Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's no-
Luc. Dronio, go bid the servants spread for dinner! thing but words.
Dro. S. 0, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry
This is the fairy land. – 0, spite of spites !

We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing
If'we obey them not, this will ensue,

They'll sick our breath, or pinch us black and blue. But though my cates be mean, take them in good part!

Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st not? Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
Dromio, thou droue, thou snúil, thou slug, thou sot? But, soft; my door is lockd; go bid them let us in!
Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Mariau, Cicely, Gillian, Jen'!
Ant. 8. I think, thou'art, in mind, and so am I. Dro. S. [Within.] Mome, malt-horse, capou, cos-
Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in my shape. comb, idiot, patch!

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