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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.
blow for blow,
Can you tell for whose sake?
Let him knock till it ake.
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
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
Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, mean
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,
Ant. E. You have prevaild; I will depart in quieť,
Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour hence. Ant. Do so; This jest shall cost me some expence.
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:
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
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.
Being compact of credit ?", that you love us;