Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Ephefus. Adr. Amazement all! it is indeed my husband!Ant. of E. Juftice, moft gracious Duke, oh grant me juftice!

Egeon. Unless the fear of death doth make me doat, I fee my fon Antipholis and Dromio!

[Afide.. Ant. of E. Juftice, great Sir, against that woman there, That hath abufed and dishonour'd me,

Even in the ftrength and height of injury.

Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me juft.
Ant. of E. This day, great Sir, she shut the doors

on me,

up

Whilft fhe with harlots feasted in my house.
Duke. A grievous fault. Say, woman, didft thou fo?
Adr. No, good my lord-myself, he, and my fifter,
Did dine together, fo befal my foul!

Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor fleep on night,
But he tells to your highnefs fimple truth.

Ang. O perjur'd woman! They are both forefworn In this the madman juftly chargeth them.

Ant. of E. My liege, I am advised what I fay..
This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
That goldsmith there was with me at the time,
And parted with me to go fetch a ring,
Promifing to bring it to the Porcupine,
Where Balthazar and I did dine together.

Ang. My lord, in truth thus far I witness him,
That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out.
Duke. But had he fuch a ring of thee, or no?
Ang. He had, my lord-and when he ran in here,
Thefe people faw the ring upon his finger.

Ant. of E. I never came within these abbey-wallsy Nor ever faw the ring-fo help me heav'n!

Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this! If here you hous'd him, here he would have been. You fay he din'd at home;-the goldfmith there Denies that faying-Sirrah, what say you?

Dro. of E. Sir, he din'd with her, there, at the Pors cupine.

Hof. He did.

Duke. Saw't thou him enter at the abbey here?
Hof. As fure, my liege, as I do fee your grace.

Why

Duke. Why this is ftrange-Go call the Abbefs hither; I think you are all mated, or stark mad.

[Exit one to the Abbefs.

Eg. Moft mighty Duke, vouchsafe me speak a word : Haply I fee a friend will fave my life,

And pay the fum that may deliver me.

Duke. Speak freely, Syracufan, what thou wilt. Eg. Is not your name, Sir, called Antipholis, And is not that your bondman Dromio?

Dro. of E. Within this hour I was his bondman, Sir; But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords.Now I am Dromio, and his man unbound.

Eg. Why look you strange on me? you know me well. Ant. of E. I never faw you in my life till now.

Eg. Oh, grief hath chang'd me fince thou faw'it me. laft?

But tell me, yet, doft thou not know my voice?

Ant. of E. Neither.

#g. Dromio, nor thou?

Dro. of E. No, truft me, Sir, not I!.

Eg. I am fure thou doft.

Dro of E. Ay, Sir? but I am fure I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.

Eg. Not know my voice!

Oh time's extremity!

Haft thou fo crack'd and splitted my poor tongue.

In seven short years, that here my only fon
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?-
But seven years fince, in Syracufa's bay,

Thou know'ft, we parted

Ant. of E. I never faw my father in my lifeBut yet the Duke, and all that know me here, Can witness with me that this is not so,

For never yet beheld I Syracufa.

Enter Abbefs with Antipholis and Dromio of Syracufe.
Abb. Moft mighty Duke, behold a man much wrong'd.
Adr. I fee two husbands, or my eyes deceive me!
Duke. One of these men is genius to the other!
Which is the natural man, and which the spirit?
Dro. of S. I, Sir, am Dromio; command him away.
Dro. of E. I, Sir, am Dromio-pray let me ftay.
Ant. of S. Egeon, art thou not, or elfe his ghoft?-

My

My father!

[Falls at Egeon's feet.

Dro. of S. O my old master! who hath bound him

here?

Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds.
Speak, old Egeon, if thou beeft the man
That had a wife once call'd Emilia,

That bore thee at a burden two fair fons:
Oh, if thou beeft the fame Egeon, speak-
And speak unto the fame Æmilia!

Eg. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia!.
If thou art fhe, tell me where is that fon
That floated with thee on the fatal raft?

Emilia. By men of Epidamnum he and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But by-and-by rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my fon from them, And me they left with thofe of Epidamnum; What then became of them I cannot tellThough fure I'm bleft in both my boys again! [Embraces her fons. Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day! Ant. of S. I, gentle miftrefsDro. of S. And I fecur'd the gate. Adr. You are my hufband, then? Ant. of E. No, I say nay to that.

Dro. of E. Nor must that Dromio be your porter

now.

Ant. of S. Fair fifter, it feems these ducats I-receiv'd

from you;

[To Adriana.. This ring from you, for which I'll fatisfy you:

I fee we ftill did meet each other's man,.
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me.

[To Angelo

Ant. of E. Thefe ducats pawn I for my father here.. Duke. It fhall not need, thy father hath his life.

Dro. of S. Mafter, fhall I fetch your ftuff from fhipboard?

Ant. of E.

Dromio, what stuff of mine haft thou embark'd?

Ant. of S. He fpeaks to me,-I am your mafter,

Dromio ::

We'll look to that anon-Embrace thy brother;

Go,

Go, get you in there, and rejoice with him.

[The Antipholifes and the rest of the Company retire up the flage.

Dro. of E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother.

fee, by you, I am a fweet-fac'd youth :—

Will

you walk in?

Dro. of S. Not I, Sir, you are my elder.
Dro. of E. That's a queftion:

How fhall I try it?

Dro. of S. We'll draw cuts for the fenior:

Till then, lead thou first..

Dro. of E. Nay, then, thus

We came into the world, like brother and brother;

Now let's go hand in hand

Both. Not one before another.

[Embracing.

[Exeunt.

Emilia. Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains

To go with us into the abbey here,

And hear at large difcourfed all our fortunes.
The story may be worth a serious hearing:
"Twill fhew the virtuous never fhou'd despair.

The troubles fent by Heav'n ne'er come amifs,
They're but defign'd t'improve our sense of bliss.

THE

THE

DESERTER.

IN TWO ACT S.

Br C. D IB DIN.

SCENE, A Cottage, with a view of the French Camp at a diftance.

MARGARET knitting, and JENNY fpinning, at the door of the cottage: SIMKIN and other Villagers come on with baskets of fruit.

AIR I.

SIMKIN.

I CAN'T for my life guefs the cause of this fufs.

Why, there's pipers and fiddlers; while Robin and Harry, And Clodpole and Roger, and ten more of us,

Have pull'd as much fruit as we are able to carry.

MAR