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Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch:Ant. E. Go,fetch me something, I'll break ope

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. Aman 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.

have no fin. Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come again, Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; 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 Ifa 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 you war against your reputation,
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. And draw within the compass oi'suspect
If thou hadst been Dromio to-day iu my place,

Theluviolated honour of your wife.
Thou wouldst have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy Once this, your long experience of her wisdom,
name for an ass.

Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
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 exense,
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 yourseli alone,
Have at


with a proverb. Shall I set in my staff? To know the reason of this strange restraint!
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 foul intrusion 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. E. 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 wise (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, make haste! Ant E. Are you there, wife? you might have come Since mine own dvors 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 knave would Ant. 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 AntiPOLCs 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 love-springs rot?
Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate?
cannot get in.

If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments 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,

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 eye; and sold.

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;

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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?

We in 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 leanluck 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, IDro. 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 buru
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 take thee, 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 clists, but I could find
Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister so ! no whiteness in them ; but Igness, 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;

Mine eye'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. 0, 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. O, 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, froin the house of AntiphoLUS of Ephesus, der, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left Dromio 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

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?

Ånt. S. Go, hic 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.

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If any bark put forth, come to the mart,

How much your chain weighs to the utmost carrat;
Where I will walk till thou return to me.

The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion ;
If every one know us, and we know none,

Which doth amount to three odd ducats more,
'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be gone.

Than I stand debted to this gentleman.
Dro. S. As from a bear a man would run for life, I pray you, see him presently discharg'd;
So fly I from her, that would be my wife. [Exit. For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it.

Ant. S. There's none but witches do inhabit here; Ant. E. I am not furnish'd with the present money;
And therefore’tis high time, that I were hence. Besides, I have some business in the town:
She, that doth call me husband, even my soul Good signior, take the stranger to my house,
Doth for a wife abhor: but her fair sister,

And with you take the chain, and bid my wife
Possess’d with such a gentle sovereigo grace,

Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof!
Of such enchanting presence and discourse,

Perchance, I will be there as soon as you.
Hath almost made me traitor to myself:

Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,

Ant. E. No; bear it with you, lest I come not time I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.

enough. Enter AngelO.

Ang. Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
Ang. Master Antipholus?

Ant. E. An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
Ant. S. Ay, that's my name.

Or else you may return without your money.
Ang. I know it well, sir: lo, here is the chain: Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain!
I thought to have ta’en you at the Porcupine:

Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
Ant.S. What is your will, that I shall do with this? Ant. E. Good lord, you use this dalliance, to excuse
Ang. What please yourself,sir; I have made it for you. Your breach of promise to the Porcupine:
Ant. S. Made it for me, sir? I bespoke it not. I should have chid you for not bringing it,
Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have: But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
Go home with it, and please your wife withal; Mer. The hour steals on: I pray you, sir, dispatch.
soon at supper-time l'll visit you,

Ang. You hear how he impórtunes me; the chain -
And then receive my money for the chain.

Ant. E. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your
Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money now,

money! For fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, more.

Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you even now;
Ang. You are a merry man, sir; fare you well![Exit. Either send the chain, or send me by some token!
Ant. S. What I should think of this, I cannot tell: Ant. E. Fye! now you run this humour out of breath :
But this I think, there's no man is so vain,

Come, where's the chain ? I pray you, let me see it.
That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.

Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance:
I see, a man here needs not live by shifts,

Good sir, say, whe'r you'll answer me, or no;
When in the streets he meets such golden gifts. If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay;

Ant. E. I answer you! What should I answer you?
If any ship put out, then straight away! (Exit. Ang. The money, that you owe me for the chain.

Ant. E. I owe you none, till I receive the chain.

Ang. You kuow, I gaveit you half an hour since.

Ant. E. You gave me none; you wrong me much to
SCENE I. - The sume.

say so.
Enter a Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer. Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
Mer. You know, since Pentecost the sum is due, Consider, how it stands upon my credit.
And since I have not much importun'd you;

Mer. Well, oflicer, arrest him at my suit!
Nor now I had not, but that I am bound

of. I do; and charge you, in the duke's name, to To Persia, and want gilders for my voyage:

obey me. Therefore make present satisfaction,

Ang. This touches me in reputation :
Or I'll attach you by this officer.

Either consent to pay this sum for me,
Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you, Or I attach you by this officer,
Is growing to me by Antipholus:

Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had !
And in the instant, that I met with you,

Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st. He had of me a chain ; at five o'clock,

Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer!
I shall receive the money for the same:

I would not spare my brother in this case,
Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house, If he should scorn me so apparently.
I will discharge my bond, and thank you too.

off. I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit. Enter AxtIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and Deomio of Ephe- Ant. E. I do obey thee, tiill give thee bail:

But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear, off. That labour may you save; see where he comes. As all the metal in your shop will answer. Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus, And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow

To your notorious shame, I doubt it not. Among iny wife and her confederates,

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
me out of my doors by day. –

Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
But soft, I see the goldsmith:- get thee gone; That stays but till her owner comes aboard,
Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me!

And then, sir, bears away: our fraughtage, sir,
Dro. E. I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy a rope ! I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought

[Exit Dromio. The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitae. Ant. E. A man is well holp up, that trusts to you.

The ship isin her trim; the merry wind I promised your presence, and the chain ;

Blows fair from lavd. They stay for nought at all,
But neither chain, nor goldsmith, came to me.

But for their owner, master, and yourself.
Belike, you thought, our love would last too long, Ant. E. How now! a madman? Why, thou peevish
If it were chain’d together, and therefore came not.

sheep, Ang. Saving your

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Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage. Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?
Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope, Dro.s. I do not, know the matter; he is 'rested on
And told thee, to what purpose, and what end.

the case.
Dro. S. You sent me, sir, for a rope's end as soon : Adr. What, is he arrested ? tell me, at whose suit?
You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.

Dro. S. I know not, at whose suit he is arrested, well; Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that can And teach your ears to listen with more heed.

I tell. To Adriana, villain, hiethee straight;

Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk

in the desk? That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,

Adr. Go fetch it, sister !~ This I wonder at, There is a purse of ducats ; let her send it!

(Exit Luciana. Tell her, I am arrested in the street,

That he, unknown to me, should be in debt:-
And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave; be gone! Tell me, was he arrested on a a band ?
On, ollicer, to prison, till it come!

Dro. S. Not on a band, buton a stronger thing,
[Exeunt Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and A chain, a chain; do you not hear it ring?
Antipholus E.

Adr. What, the chain ? Dro. S. To Adriana! that is where we din’d,

Dro. S. No, no, the bell: 'tis time, that I were gone. Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband : It was two ere left him, and now the clock strikes one. She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.

Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear. Thither I must, although against my will ;

Dro.S. O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, a' turns
For servants must their master's minds fulfil. (Exit. back for very fear.

Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost thou
SCENE II.- The same.

reason ?

Dru. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more, than Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?

he's worth, to season. Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye, Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say, That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?

That time comes stealing on by night and day? Look'd he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily? If he be in debt, and theft, and a sergeant in the way What observation mad'st thou in this case,

Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?

Enter Luciana.
Luc. First, he denied, you had in him no right.
Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my spite. Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bearit straight,
Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here.

And bring thy master home immediately! -
Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he Come, sister; I am press'd down with conceit;

Conceit, my comfort, and my injury.

[Exeunt. Luc. Then pleaded I for you.

SCENE III.-The same.
Adr. And what said he?
Luc. That love, I begg’d for you, he begg'd of me.

Enter Antiphorus of Syracuse.
Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?

Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth salate me,
Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might move. And every one doth cali me by my name.

As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
First, he did praise my beauty; then, my speech.
Adr. Did'st speak him fair?

Some tender money to me, some invite me ;
Luc. Have patience, I beseech.

Some other give me thanks for kindnesses.; Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;

Some offer me commodities to buy: My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

Even now a tailor call’d me in his shop, He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,

And show'd me silks, that he had bought for me, Ill-fac'd, worse-bodied, shapeless every where;

And, therewithal, took measure of my body.

Sure these are but imaginary wiles,
Vicious, ingentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one?

Enter Dromio of Syracuse. No evillost is wail'd when it is gone.

Dro. S. Master, here's the gold, you sent me for: Adr. Ah! but I think him better, than I say, What, have you got the picture of old Adam new And yet would herein others' eyes were worse :

apparell'a? . Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;

Ant. S. What gold is this? What Adam dost thou
My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. mean?
Enter Dromo of Syracuse.

Dro. S. Not that Adam, that kept the paradise, but Dro. S. Here, go; the desk, the purse ; sweet now, that Adam, that keeps the prison :'he, that goes in the make haste!

calf's-skin, that was killed for the prodigal; he, that Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath?

came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you Dro. S. By running fast.

forsake your liberty.
Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well? Ant. S. Sundersand thee not.
Dro. S. No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell : Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went
A devil in an everlasting garment hath him,

like a base-viol, in a case of leather ; the man, sir, One, whose hard heart is button’d up with steel; that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, and A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough ;

'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;

and gives them suits of durance; he, that sets up his A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one, that coun- rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a mortermands

ris-pike. The passages ofalleys, creeks and narrow lands; Ant. S. What! thou mean'st an officer? A hound, that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he that well;

brings any man to answer it, that breaks his band; one, One that, before the judgement, carries poor souls to that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, God hell.

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Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is That I should be attach'd in Ephesus:
there any ship, puts forth to-night? may we be gone? I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.
Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, Enter Dromio of Ephesus, with a rope's end.
that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money.
were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy, How now, sir ? have you that, I sent you for?
Delay: here are the angels that you sent for, to deli- Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
ver you.

Ant. E. But where's the money?
Ant. s. The fellow is distract, and so am I;

Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
And here we wander in illusions;

Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope? Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate. Enteru Courtezan.

Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? Cour. Well met, wellmet, master Antipholus ! Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am I I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now :

returned. Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day?

Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not !

[Beating him. Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?

off. Good sir, be patient ! Ant. S. It is the devil.

Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in ad-
Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam ; versity.
and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and off. Good now, hold thy tongne!
thereof comes, that the wenches say, God damn me, Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands!
that's as much as to say, God muke me a light wench. Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
It is written, they appear to men like angels of light: Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not
light is an effect of tire, and fire will burn; ergo, light feel your blows.
wenches will burn; come not near her!

Ant. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and
Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir. so is an ass.
Willyou go with me? We'llmend our dinner here. Dro. E. Sam an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my

Dro. S. Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or be- long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nati-
speak a long spoon.

vity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for Ant.S. Why, Dromio?

my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that must with beating: when I am warm, he cools me with beateat with the devil.

ing. I am waked with it, when I sleep; raised with it, Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of when I sit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from supping?

home; welcomed home with it, when I return: nay, I Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:

bearit on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; and, I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.

I think,when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,

door to door.
Or, for my diamond, the chain, you promis’d; Enter Adriana, LUCIANA, and the Courtezan, with
And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Pinch, and Others.
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail, Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.
A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,

Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your end;
A nut, a cherry-stone; but she, more covetous, or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, Beware the
Would have a chain.

rope's end. Master, be wise; an’ if you give it her,

Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk ?

[Beats him.
The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it. Cour. How say you now? is not your husband mad?
Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain ! Adr. His incivility confirms no less.“
I hope, you do not mean to cheat meso.

Good doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer ;
Ant.S. Avannt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go! Establish him in his true sense again,
Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that And I will please you, what you will demand.
you know.

(Exeunt Ant. S. and Dro.s. Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks ! Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad, Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstacy! Else would he never so demean himself.

Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse! A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,

Ant E. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. And for the same he promis'd me a chain;

Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous’d within this man,
Both one, and other, he denies me now.

To yield possession to my holy prayers,
The reason, that I gather, he is mad,

And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight;
(Besides this present instance of his rage,)

I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
Is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner,

Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Adr. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,

Ant. E. You, minion, you, are these your customers?
On purpose shut the door against his way.

Did this companion with the saffron face
My way is now, to hie home to his house,

Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,

Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut,
Herush'd into my house, and took perforce

And I denied to enter in my house?
My ring away: this course I fittest choose;

Adr. O, husband, God doth know, you din'd at home,
For forty ducats is too much to lose.

[Exit. Where 'would you had remain’d until this time,

Free from these slanders, and this open shame! SCENE IV.-- The same.

Ant. E. I din’d at home! Thou villain, what say'st
Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, and an Officer.

Ant. E. Fear me not, man, I will not break away; Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
I'll give thee, erel leave thee, so much money Ant.E.Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut out?
To warrant thee, as I am’rested for

Dro.E. Perdy, your doors were lock'd, and you shut
My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
And will not lightly trust the messenger,

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Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there?


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