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Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy head across. Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometime Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, beating :

Your sauciness will jest upon my love, Between you I shall have a holy head. [home. And make a common of my serious hours.

Adr. Hence, prating peasant ; fetch thy master When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport,

Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. That like a football you do spurn me thas? If you will jest with me, know my aspect,

You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : And fashion your demeanour to my looks,
If I last in this service, you must case me in leather. Or I will beat this method in your sconce.

[Exit. Dro. S. Sconce, call you it, so you would leave Luc. Fy, how impatience lowreth in your face! battering, I had rather have it a bead : an you use

Adr. His company must do his minions grace, these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.

and ensconce it too; or else I shall seek my wit in Hath homely age the alluring beauty took

my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, why I am beaten ? From my poor cheek? then he bath wasted it: Ant. S. Dost thou not know? Are my discourses doll ? barren my wit ?

Dro. S. Nothing, sir; but that I am beaten. If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,

Ant. S. Shall I tell you why? Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for, they say, Do their gay vestments his affections bait? every why hath a wherefore. That's not my fault, he's master of my state:

Ant. S. Why, first-for fouting me; and then, What rains are in me, that can be found

wherefore, By him not ruin'd? then

be the ground

For urging it the second time to me. of my defeatures : My decayed fair

Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten A sunny look of bis would soon repair :

ont of season? But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,

When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.

rhyme por reason? Luc. Self-harming jealousy !-fy, beat it hence. Well, sir, I thank you. Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrougs dis Ant. S. Thank me, sir? for what? pense.

Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something, that you I know his eye doth homage otherwhere;

gave me for nothing. Or else, what lets it but he would be bere?

Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain; nothing for something. But say, sir, is it dinner Would that alone alone he would detain,

time?

[have, So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!

Dro. S. No, sir; I think, the meat wants that I 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 often 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.
Bat 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 I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. me another dry basting. Luc. How inany fond fools serve mad jealousy! Ant. $. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time;

[Exeunt. There's a time for all things. Scene II.-The same.

Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you were

so choleric. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

Ant. S. By what rule, sir? Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain Safe at the Centaur, and the heedful slave bald pate of father Time bimself. Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.

Ant. S. Let's hear it. By compatation, and mine hosts report,

Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover his I could not speak with Dromio, since at first hair, that grows bald by nature. I sent him from the mart: See, here he comes. Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery? Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.

Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for his peruke, and

recover the lost hair of another man. How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd ? Ant. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, beAs you love strokes, so jest with me again. ing, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold? Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? on beasts : and what he hath scanted men in hair, My house was at the Phænix? Wast thou mad, he hath given them in wit. That thus so madly thou didst answer me?

Ant. Š. Why, but there's many a man hath more Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I such hair than wit.

[to lose his hair. a word ?

(since. Dro. S. Not a man of those but he hath the wit Ant. A. Even now, even bere, not half an hour Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men

Dro. $. I did not see yon since you sent me hence, plain dealers without wit. Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: Yet Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's re he loseth it in a kind of jollity. ceipt;

Ant. S. For what reason? And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner ;

Dro. S. For two; and sound ones too.
For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.

Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry vein: Dro. S. Sure ones, then.
What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell me. Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
Ant, S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the Dro. S. Certain ones, then.
teeth ?

Ant. s. Name them. Think'st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, and Dro.s. The one, to save the money that he spends that.

(Beating him.) | in tiring: the other, that at dinner they should not Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now your drop in his porridge. jest is earnest :

Ant. S. You would all this time have proved, Lpop what bargain do you give it me?

there is no timc for all things.

Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, recover hair lost by nature.

Makes me with thy strength to communicate : Ant. S. But your reason was not substantial, If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, why there is no time to recover.

Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss; Dro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion and therefore, to the world's end will have bald fol- Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion. lowers.

Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for Ant. s. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion:

her theme: But soft! who wafts us yonder ?

What, was I married to her in my dream?

Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA,

What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Until I know this sure uncertainty,
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,

I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.

Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st row,

dinner.

(sinner. That never words were music to thine ear,

Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a That never object pleasing in thine eye,

This is the fairy land;—0, spite of spites ! That never touch well-welcome to thy hand, We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste, If we obey them not, this will ensue, Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee. They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it, Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st That thou art then estranged from thyself:

not?

[sot? Thyself I call it, being strange to me,

Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slag, thoa That, undividable, incorporate,

Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? Am better than thy dear self's better part.

Ant. S. I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;

Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in my For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall

Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. (shape. A drop of water in the breaking gulph,

Dro. S.

No, I am an ape. And take unmingled thence that drop again,

Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass. Without addition, or diminishing,

Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for As take from me thyself, and not me too.

grass. How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, Shouldst 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 ruffian lust 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 iny 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 off my harlot brow, Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day, And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring, And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks : And break ii 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 last :

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 perséver 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 Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your In Ephesus I am but two hours old, (you not:

pate. As strange unto your town, as to your talk;

Lac. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. Who, every word by all my wit being scann's,

[Exeunt. Want wit in all one word to understand.

ACT III. Luc. Fy, brother! how the world is chang'd with you!

SCENE I.-The same. Wheu were you wont to use my sister thus ?

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.

ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR.
Ant. S. By Dromio?
Dro. S. By me?

[him, Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must excuse Adr. By thee; and this thou didst return from

us all; That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,

My wife is shrewish when I keep not bours : Denied my house for his, me for his wife.

Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop, Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gentle- | To see the making of her carkanet, woman?

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 And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold; Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. [words 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 Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our

this?

[I know; Unless it be by inspiration ?

[names, Dro. E. Say what you will, sir, but I know what 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 :

[gave were ink, Abetting bim to thwart me in my mood ?

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

Your own hand-writing would tell you what I But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass. [think. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine :

Dro. E.

Marry, so it doth appear Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine ;

By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.

an ass.

merry seast.

the gate.

I should kick, being kick’d; and being at that pass, Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might havo You would keep from my beels, and beware of

come before.

[door.

Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from the Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'Pray Dro. E, If you went in pain, master, this knavo God, our cheer

[here.

would go sore. May answer my good will, and your good welcome Ant. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; Bal. I bold your dainties cheap, sir, and your

we would fain bare either. welcome dear.

(tish, Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part Ant. E 0, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or

with neither. A table fullof welcome makes scarce one daiuty dish. Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid Bal. Good meat, sir, is common; that

every

them welcome hither. churl affords.

Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's

cannot get in. nothing but words.

Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garBal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a

ments were thin.

[ing guest: Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more spar.

the cold :

(and sold. Bat though my cates be mean, take them in good It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought part;

[heart. Anl. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope Better cheer may you have, but not with better

(your knave's pate. But, soft; my door is lock'd; Go bid them let us Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break in.

(Jen! Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir; Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian,

and words are but wind; [behind. Dro. S. (Within.) Mome, malt-horse, capon, Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not coxcomb, idiot, patch!

Dro. S. It seems thou wantest breaking: Out Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the

upon thee, bind! hatch:

(such store, Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for

thee, let me in. When one is one too many? Go, get thee from Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and the door.

fish have no fin.

(crow. Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My Ant. E. Well, I'll break in: Go, borrow me a master stays in the street.

Dro. E. Acrow without a feather; master, mean Dro. $. Let bim walk from whence he came, lest

you so?

(feather : be catch cold on's feet.

For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho, open the door. If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow toDru. S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll

gether.

[crow. tell me wherefore.

Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an irop Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner; I have not Bal. Have patience, sir; 0, let it not be so; din'd to-day.

Herein you war against your reputation, Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come And draw within the compass of suspect again, when you may

The unviolated honour of your wife. Ant. E. What art thou, that keep’st me out from Once this,-Your long experience of her wisdom, the house I owe?

Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; name is Droinio.

And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine Why at this time the doors are made against you. office and my name;

(blame. Be rul’d by me; depart in patience, The one ne'er got me credit, the other ‘mickle And let us to the Tiger all io dinner: If thou badst been Dromio to-day in my place, And, about evening, come yourself alone, Thou wouldst have chang'd thy face for a name, or To know the reason of this strange restraint. thy pame for an ass.

If by strong hand you offer to break in, Luce. (lithin.) What a coil is there! Dromio, Now in the stirring passage of the day, who are those at the gate ?

A vulgar comment will be made on it; Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce.

And that supposed by the common rout Luce.

Faith po; he coines too late; Against your yet ungalled estimation, And so tell your master.

That may with foul intrusion enter in, Dro. E.

O Lord, I must laugh: And dwell upon your grave when you are dead : Have at you with a proverb.--Shall I set in my For slander lives upon succession; staff?

[can you tell? For ever bous'd, where it once gets possession. Luce. Have at you with another: that's,–When? Anl. E. You have prevail d; I will depart in Dro. S. If thy name be called Lace, Luce, thou

quiet, hast answer'd him well.

And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry. Art. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us I know a wench of excellent discourse,in, I hope?

Pretty and witty ; wild, and yet, too, gentle ;Lace. I thought to have ask'd you.

There will we dine: this woman that I mean, Dro. S.

And you said, no. My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there was Hath ostentimes upbraided me withal ; blow for blow.

To her will we to dinner.-Get you bome, Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.

And fetch the chain; by this, I know, 'tis made : Luce.

Can you tell for whose sake? Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine; Dro. E. Master, kgock ihe door hard.

For there's the house ; that chain will I bestow Lace.

Let him knock till it ache. (Be it for nothing but to spite my wife,) Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the Upon mine hostess there : good sir, make haste : door down.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, Lace. What needs all this, and a pair of stocks I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me. in the town?

Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some bour Adr. (Within.) Who is that at the door, that

hence. keeps all this poise ?

(unruly boys. Ant. E. Do so ; This jest shall cost me some Dre. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with

[Exeunt. expense.

am

I

ness :

SCENE II.-The same.

Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife :
Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

Give me thy hand.
Luc.

0, soft, sir, bold you still; Luc. And may it be, that you have quite forgot I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will, [Erit.

A husband's office? shall, Antipholus, hate, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?

Enter, from the house of Antipholus of Ephesus, Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate?

DROMIO of Syracuse. If you did wed my sister for her wealth,

Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio ? where run'st Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more thou so fast? kindness:

Dro. S. Do you know me, sir ? am I Dromio? Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth ;

your man? am I myself? [art thyself. Muffle your false love with some show of blind Ant. S. Thou art Dromio, thou art

my man, thou

Dro. S. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and Let not my sister read it in your eye;

besides myself.

(thyself? Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Ant. S. What woman's man? and how besides Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;

Dro. S. Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger:

a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts mo, Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; one that will have me. Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint ;

Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee? Be secret-false: What need she be acquainted? Dro. S. Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay

What simple thief brags of his own 'attaint? to your borse; and she would have me as a beast: 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed, not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but

And let her read it in thy looks at board : that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;

Ant. S. What is she?

[to me. Il deeds are doubled with an evil word.

Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one Alas, poor women! make us but believe,

as a man may not speak of, without he say, sirBeing compact of credit, that you love us; reverence : I have but lean luck in the match, and Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve; yet is sbe a wondrous fat marriage.

We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage ? Then, gentle brother, get you in again;

Dro. S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife : all grease ; and I know not what use to put her to, "Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,

but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is else, in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives I know not,

till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,) whole world. Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you Ant. S. What complexion is she of? show not,

Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face noThan our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. thing like so clean kept; For why, she sweats, a

dear creature, how to think and speak; man may go over shoes in the grime of it. Lay open to my earthly gross conceit,

Ant. $. That's a fault, that water will mend. Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,

Dro. S. No, sir, 'tis in grain ; Noah's flood could The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Ant. S. What's her name?

(not do it. Against my soul's pure truth why labour you, Dro. S. Nell, sir;-but her name and three

To make it wander in an unknown field? quarters, that is, an ell and three quarters, will not Are you a god ? would you create me new? measure her from hip to hip.

Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield. Ant. S. Then she bears some breadth? But if that I am I, then well I know,

Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than from Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,

hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could Nor to her bed no homage do I owe;

find out countries in ber. Far more, far more, to you do I decline.

Ant, S. In what part of her body stands Ireland! 0, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, Dro. S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks ; I found it To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears ;

out by the bogs. Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote :

Ant. S. Where Scotland ? Spread o'er the silver waves tby golden hairs, Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness; hard, in And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie;

the palm of

the hand. And, in that glorious supposition, think

Ant. S. Where France ?
He gains by death, that hath such means to die : Dro. S. In her forebead; armed and reverted,

Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink! making war against her hair.
Luc. What, are you mad, that you do reason so? Ant. S. Where England ?
Ant. S. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not Dro. S. I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I
know.

could find no whiteness in them; but I guess, it Luc. It is a fault, that springeth from your eye. stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran beAnt. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, tween France and it. being by. (your sight. Ant, S. Where Spain?

[her breath, Luc, Gaze where you should, and that will clear Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot in Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on Ant. S. Where America, the Indies ? night.

Dro. S. 0, sir, upon her nose, all o’er embelLuc. Why call you me love? call my sister so. lished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining Ant, S. Thy sister's sister.

their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who Luc.

That's my sister. sent wbole armadas of carracks, to be ballast at Ant, S.

No; her nose. It is thyself, mine own self's better part;

Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; Dro. $. 0, sir, I did not look so low. To onMy food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, clude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim. called me Dromio; swore, I was assured to her;

Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be. told me what privy marks I had about me, as the

Ant. S. Call thyself sister, sweet, for I aim thee: mark on my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life; great wart on my left arın, that I, amazed, ran

Teach me,

excuse

from her as a witch: and, I think, if my breast Dro. E. I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy bad not been made of faith, and my heart of steel,

a rope !

[Exit Dromio. she had transformed me to a curtail-dog, and made Ant. E. A man is well bolp up, that trusts to me turn i'the wheel.

you: Ant. S. Go, hie thee presently, post to the road; I promised your presence, and the chain; And if the wind blow any way from shore, But neither chain, nor goldsmith, came to me: I will not harbour in this town to-night.

Belike, you thought our love would last too long, If any bark put forth, come to the mart,

If it were chain together; and therefore came Where I will walk till thou return to me.

not. If every one know us, and we know none,

Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note, 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be gone. How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat;

Dro. S. As from a bear a man would run for life, The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion ; So fly I from her, that would be my wife. [Exit. Which doth amount to three odd ducats more

Ant. S. There's none but witches do inbabit here; Than I stand debted to this gentleman : And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence. I pray you, see him presently discharg'a, She, that doth call me busband, even my soul For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it. Doth for a wife abhor: but her fair sister,

Ant. E. I am not furnish'd with the present Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,

money; Of such enchanting presence and discourse, Besides, I have some business in the town: Hath almost made me traitor to myself:

Good signior, take the stranger to my bouse, But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,

And with you take the chain, and bid my wife I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song. Disburse the sam on the receipt thereof;

Perchance, I will be there as soon as you.
Enter ANGELO.

Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her your

self? Ang. Master Antipholus ?

[time enough. Ani, S. Ay, that's my name.

Ant. E. No; bear it with you, lest I come not Ang. I know it well, sir; Lo, here is the chain:

Ang. Well, sir, I will : Have you the chain

aboat you? I thought to have ta’en you at the Porcupine :

Ant. E. An if I have not, sir, I hope you have ; The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. Ant. S. What is your will, that I shall do with Or else you may return without your money. this?

[for you.

Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the

chain; Ang. What please yourself, sir ; I have made it

Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman, Ant, S. Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.

And I, to blame, have held him here too long. Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you

Ant. E. Good lord, you use this dalliance, to bave: Go home with it, and please your wife witbal ; And soon at sopper-time I'll visit you,

Your breach of promise to the Porcupine :

I should have chid you for not bringing it,
And then receive my money for the chain.
Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money now,

But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.

Mer. The hour steals on: I pray you, sir, deFor fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, Ang. You are a merry man, sir; fare

spatch.

(chain[Exit.

Ang. You hear how he importunes me; the Ant. S. What I should think of this I cannot

Ant. E. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch But this I think, tbere's no man is so vain, (tell :

your money.

[now;

Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you even That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain,

Either send the chain, or send me by some token. I see, à man here needs not live by shifts, Wben in the streets he meets sach golden gifts.

Ant. E. Fy! now you run this humour out of

breath: Il to the mart, and there for Dromio stay;

[it. If any ship put out, then straight away.

Come, where's the chain? I pray you, let me see [Exit.

Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance : ACT IV.

Good sir, say, whe'r you'll answer me, or bo;

If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
Scene I.-The same.

Ant. E. I answer you! What should I answer Enter a Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer.

you?
Ang. The money,

that

you owe me for the chain. Mer. You know, since Pentecost the sum is dae,

Ant. E. I owe you none, till I receive the cbain. And since I have not much importun'd you ;

Ang. You know, I gave it you half an hoar Nor now I had not, but that I am bound

since. To Persia, and want gilders for my voyage :

Ant. E. You gave me none; you wrong me Therefore make present satisfaction,

much to say so. Or I'll attach you by this officer. Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you,

Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:

Consider, how it stands upon my credit. Is growing to me by Antipholus :

Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit. And in the instant, that I met with you,

Off. I do ; and charge you, in the duke's name, He had of me a chain ; at five o'clock,

to obey me. I shall receive the money for the same :

Ang. This touches me in reputation :-
Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house,

Either consent to pay this sum for me,
I will discharge my bond, and thank you too. Or I attach you by this officer.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and DROMIO of

Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had!
Ephesus.

Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st.

Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer :Of. That labour may you save; see where be I would not spare my brother in this case,

(thou If he should scorn me so apparently, Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, go off. I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit. And bay a rope's end ; that will I bestow

Ant. E. I do obey thee, till I give thee bail Among my wife and her confederates,

But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear Por locking me out of my doors by day.

As all the metal in your shop will answer. Bat soft, I see the goldsmith : get thee gone ; Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Epbesus, Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me. To your notorious shame, I doubt it not.

lore.

you well.

comes.

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