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The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or

thy name for an ass. Luce. [within.] What a coil is there? Dromio,

who are those at the gate? Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce. Luce.

Faith no; he comes too late; And so tell your master. Dro. E.

O Lord, I must laugh: Have at you with a proverb.-Shall I set in my

staff? Luce. Have at you with another: that's, - When?

tell? Dro. S. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou

hast answer'd him well. Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us

in, I hope? Luce. I thought to have ask'd you. Dro. S.

And you say, no.
Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there was

blow for blow,
Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.
Luce.

Can you tell for whose sake?
Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard.
Luce.

Let him knock till it ake.
Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the

door down.
Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in

the town?

Adr. [within.] Who is that at the door, that

keeps all this noise? Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with

unruly boys. Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might have

come before. Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from

the door. Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave

would go sore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; we

would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part

with neither. Dro. E. They stand at the door, master ; bid them

welcome hither. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we

cannot get in. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your gar

ments were thin. Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in

the cold: It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought

and sold. Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope

the gate.

Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break

your knave's pate. Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir;

and words are but wind;

Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not

behind. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out upon

thee, hind! Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray

thee, let me in. Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish

have no fin. Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me a

crow.

Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, mean

you so?

of suspect

For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a

feather: If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow to

gether 20. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow.

Bal. Have patience, sir; 0, let it not be so; Herein you war against your reputation, And draw within the compass The unviolated honour of your wife. Once this. Your long experience of her wisdom, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against you. Be ruld by me; depart in patience, And let us to the Tiger all to dinner: And, about evening, come yourself alone, To know the reason of this strange restraint.

If by strong hands you offer to break in,
Now in the stirring passage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made on it;
And that supposed by the common rout
Against your yet ungalled estimation,
That may with foul intrusion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead:
For slander lives upon succession !
For ever bous'd, where it once gets possession.

Ant. E. You have prevaild; I will depart in quieť,
And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Pretty and witty; wild, and, yet too, gentle;-
There will we dine: this woman that I mean,
My wife (but, I protest, without desert,)
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;
To her will we to dinner.-Get you home,
And fetch the chain; by this, I know, 'tis made:
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine;
For there's the house; that chain will I bestow
(Be it for nothing but to spite my wife,)
Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste:
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me.
I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me,

Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour hence. Ant. Do so; This jest shall cost me some expence.

[Ereunt.

SCENE II.

The same.

Enter LUCIANA, and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you

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

Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate? If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more

kindness : Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle

your false love with some show of blind

ness; Let not my sister read it in your eye;

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;

Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger:
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;

Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false: What need she be acquainted ?

What simple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong, to truant with

And let her read it in thy looks at board: Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed ;

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Alas, poor women! make us but believe,

Being compact of credit ?", that you love us;
VOL. V.

your bed,

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