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That stands on tricks, when I am undispos'd: So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee,

Sista Where is the thousand marks, thou hadst of me? With urgiug helpless patience would'st relieve me:

Vous Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my pate, But, if thou live to seelike right berest,

So he Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, This fool-begg’d patience in thee will be left.

ilme, But not a thousand marks between you both. Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try;

W2 If I should pay your worship those again, Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh.

Thatc Perchance, you will not bear them patiently.

Enter Dronto of Ephesus.

Wear Ant. s. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand?

But fa 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

Luc. She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner,

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

Ant. 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 my heels. feel luis 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-ranght of all my money.

It seems, he hath great c:re to please his wife.
They say, this townis full of cozenage;
Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.

How As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,

Adr. Ilorn-mad, thou villain?
Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, Dro. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's

low 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'i me fora thousand marks in gold :

TML 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 gola, quoth he:
I greatly fear, my money is not safe.

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

1 Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave retum’d, Dro. E. Quoth my master:

W That in such haste I sent to seek his master!

I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress ;--
Sure, Luciana, 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 dipe, 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. 0, 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 spårn me thus ? There's nothing, situate under heaven's

You spurn me hence, and he will spuro me hither : But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky:

If Iast 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 bemarr’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 affectious 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? oimy defeatures: my decayed fair
Luc. Tilhe come liome again, I would forbear. A sunny look of his would soon repair :

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

And feeds from home; poorlam but his stale.
Awretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,

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

Adr. Umfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense. But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, I kuow his eye doth homage otherwhere; As much, or more, weshould 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. If it 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.
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 plain, 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 Drowio of Syracuse.

Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery?

now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd? Dro. 8. Yes, to pay a fine for his peruke, and recover
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, thoa 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. 8. 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 upon my love,

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

Ant. 8. You would all this time lrave 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. But 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 tod; 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 onurg'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 t'ne second time to me.

That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste,
Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of Unless Ispake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee.

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

nor reason? Well, sir, I thank

Thyself I call it, being strange to me,

That, undividable, incorporate,
Ant. 8. 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.

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A drop of water in the breaking gulph,

Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form.
And take uomingled 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 me thyself, 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 ruflanlust should be contaminate?

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

Come, sir, to dinner! Dromio, keep the gate!-
And tear the stain'd skin oil' 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 creatore 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 flesh,

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?

She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.

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

Dro. S. By nie?

Ant. E. Good signior Augelo, you must excuseus all;
Adr. By thee; and this thou didst return from him,-- My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours :
That he did butlet thee, and, in his blows,

Say, that Iinger'd with you at 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 drift of your compact? But here's a villain, that would face me down
Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her 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 ?

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,

Abetting 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 suiler, and the blows, I bear.
Makes me with thy strength to communicate:

I should kick, being kicked ; and being at that pass,
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 sud, signior Balthazar: 'pray God,
Whe, all for want of pruning, with intrusion

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

Mayanswermy 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


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

Ant. I. O, signior Balthaz 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
Uutill know this sureuncertainty,

I'll entertain the oiler'd fallacy.

Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's no-
Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner! thing but words.
Dro. S. O, for my heads! 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
Jl weobey them not, this will ensue,

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

Luc. Whiy 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. $. 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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the Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for gate. such store,

Dro.s. Break any thing here, and I'll break your
When one is one too many? Go,get thee from the door.

knave's pate.
Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My master Dro. E. A mau may break a word with

you, sir;

and stays in the street.

words are but wind;
Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came, lest he Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
catch cold on's feet.

Dro. S. It seems thou wantest breaking: out upon
Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho, open the door. thee, hind!
Dro. S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee!I pray thee,
me wherefore.

let me in.
Ant. E. Wherefore ? for my dinner; I have not Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish
din’d to-day.

havevo fin. Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come again, Ant. E. Well, I'll breakin; go, borrow me a crow!

Dro.E. A crow without a feather;master,mean you so? Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out from For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a the honse I owe?

feather: Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my name If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together. is Dromio.

Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow!
Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office Bal. Have patience, sir; 0, let it not be so;
and my name;

Herein yon war against your reputation,
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. And draw within the compass oi'suspect
If thou hast been Dromio to-day in my place,

Thelluviolated honour of your wife.
Thou wouldsthave chang'd thy face for a name, or thy Once this, your long experience of her wisdon,
pame for an ass.

Her sober virtue, years, and modests,
Luce. [Within.] What a coil is there! Dromio, who Plead on her part some cause to you unknown;
are those at the gate?

Aud doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse,
Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce!

Why at this time the doors are made against you.
Luce. Faith no; he comes too late ;

Be rul'd by me; depart in patience,
And so tell your master.

Aud let us to the Tiger all to dinner:
Dro. E. O Lord, I must laugh:

And, about evening, come yourself alone,
Have at you with a proverb. — Shall I set in my staff? To know the reason of this strangerestraint!
Luce. Have at you with another: that's, — When? If by strong hand you offer to break in,
can you tell ?

Now in the stirring passage of the day,
Dro. S. If thy name be called Luce, Luce, thou hast A vulgar comment will be made on it;
answer'd him well.

And that supposed by the common rout
Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, Against your yet ungalled estimation,
I hope?

That may with foulintrusion enter in,
Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.

And dwell upon your grave when you are dead :
Dro. S. And you said, no.

For slander lives upon succession ;
Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there was For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession.
blow for blow.

Ant. É. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,
Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in !

Aud, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry.
Luce. Can you tell, for whose sake?

I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Dro, E. Master, knock the door hard!

Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle;--
Luce. Let him knock till it ache!

There will we dine: this woman that I mean, Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) down.

Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;
Luce. What needs all this, and a pair of stocks in To her will we to dinner.-Get you home,
the town?

And fetch the chain; by this, I know, 'tis made.
Adr. (Within.) Who is that at the door, that keeps Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine;
all this noise?

For there's the house; that chain will I bestow
Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with un- (Be it for nothing but to spite my wife,)
ruly boys.

Upon mine hostess there! Good sir, makehaste! Ant E. Are you there, wife? you might have come Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, before,

I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go,get you from the door! Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour hence.
Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this kuave would Ani. E. Do so. This jest shall cost me some expence.
go sore.

Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; we
would fain have cither.

SCENE II.- The same. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part with Enter Luciana and AntiP!!OJ.Cs of Syracuse. neither.

Luc. And may it be, that you have quite forgot
Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid them A husband's office?'shall, Antipholus, hate,
welcome hither!

Even in the spring of love, thy lovc-springs rot?
Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we

Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate?
cannot get in.
Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments

If you did wed my sister for her wealth,

Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kind were thin. Your cake here is warm within ; you stand here in the Or, if yod like elsewhere, do it by stealth, cold:

Muffle your false love with some show of blindness : It would make a man mad, as a buck, to be so bought Let not my sister read it in your eyes

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Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;

Dro. S. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and besides Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger:

myself. Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Ant. S. What woman's man? and how besides thyTeach sin the carriage of a holy saint;

self? Be secret-false! What need she be acquainted ? Dro. S. Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a

What simple thief brags of his own attaint? woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed,

that will have me. And let her read it in thy looks at board.

Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee? Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;

Dro. S. Marry, sir, such claim, as you would lay to Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

your horse; and she would have me as a beast : not Alas, poor women! make us but believe,

that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, Being compact of credit, that you love us;

being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me. Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve ; Ant. S. What is she?

Wein your motion turn, and you may move us. Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one, as a
Then, gentle brother, get you in again ;

man inay not speak of, without he say, sir-reverence: Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife ! I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a won'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,

drous fat marriage. When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage? Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is else, I Dro. S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all know not,

grease; and I know not, what use to put her to, but to Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,)

make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show not, I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn

Than our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; a week longer, than the whole world.
Lay open to my earthly gross conceit,

Ant. S. What complexion is she of?
Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,

Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing
The folded meaning of your words' deceit. like so clean kept; for why ? she sweats, a man may go
Against my soul's pure truth why labour you, over shoes in the grime of it.
To make it wander in an unknown field?

Ant. S. That's a fault, that water will mend.
Are you a god ? would you create me new?

Dro. S. No, sir, 'tis in grain ; Noah's flood could not Transform methen, and to your power I'll yield.

do it. But if that I am I, then well I know,

Ant. S. What's her name? Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,

Dro. S. Nell, sir;- but her name and three quarNor to her bed no homage do I owe;

ters, that is, an ell and three quarters, will not meaFar more, far more, to you do I decline.

sure her from hip to hip. O, train menot, sweet mermaid, with thy note, Ant. S. Then she bears some breadth ? To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears!

Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than from hip Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote:

to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, countries in her. And as a bed I'll takethee, and there lie,

Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireland ?
And, in that glorious supposition, think,

Dro. S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks; I found it out
He gains by death, that hath such means to die: by the bogs.
Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink! Ant.S. Where Scotland ?
Luc. What, are you mad, that you do reason so ? Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness; hard, in the
Ant.S. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know. palm of the hand.
Luc. It is a fault, that springeth from your eye. Ant. S. Where France ?
Ant. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by. Dro. S. In her forehead ; armed and reverted, making
Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear your war against her hair.

Ant. S. Where England ?
Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night. Dro. S. I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find
Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister so! no whiteness in them ; but I guess, it stood in her chin,
Ant. S. Thy sister's sister.

by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. Luc. That's my sister.

Ant.S. Where Spain? Ant. S. No;

Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot in her It is thyself, mine own self's better part;

breath. Mine cye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; Ant. S. Where America, the Indies ? My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, Dro. S. O, sir, upon her nose, all o’er embellished My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim ! with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be. rich aspect to the hot breath of'Spain'; who sent whole Ant. S. Call thyself' sister, sweet, for I aim thee: armadas of carracks, to be ballast at her nose. Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life;

Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands ? Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife :

Dro. S. 0, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, Give me thy hand!

this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, called me Luc. 0, soft, sir, hold you still !

Dromio, swore, I was assured to her, told me, what I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will. (Exit Luc. privy marks I had about me, as the mark on my shoulEnter, from the house of Antipholus of Ephesus, der, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left Deomio af Syracuse.

arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch : and, I Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio? where run'st thou think, if my breast had not been made of faith, and my so fast?

heart of steel, she had transformed me to a curtailDro. S. Do you know me, sir ? am I Dromio ? am I dog, and made me turn i'the wheel. your man? am I myself?

Ant. S. Go, hie thee presently, post to the road ! Ant. S. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art And if the wind blow any way from shore, thyself.

I will not harbour in this town to-night.

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