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Luc. Till he come bome again, I would for. If I last in this service, you must case me in bear.
(Exit. Adr. Patience unmov'd, no marvel though Luc. Fie, how impatience lowereth in your she pause ;
face. They can be meek, that have no other cause. Adr. His company must do his misions A wretcbed soul, bruis'd with adversity,
grace, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. But were we burthen'd with like weight of Hath bomely age the alluring beauty took pain,
From my poor cheek ? then be halb wasted it : As much, or more, we should ourselves com- Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ? plain :
If roluble and sharp discourse be marr'd, So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve Unkindness blunts it, more than marble bard. thee,
Do their gay vestments his affections bate ? With urging helpless patience would'st relieve That's not my fault, he's master of iny state : me :
Wbat ruins are in me, that can be found But, if thou live to see Ilke right bereit,
By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. of my defeatures : * My decayed fair +
Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try ;- A sunny look of his would soon repair : Here comes your mau, now is your husband But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, nigh.
And feeds from home ; poor I am but his stale.
Luc, Self-arting jealousy I-te, beat it hence. Enter DRONIO of Ephesus.
Adr. Unseeling fools can with such wrongs Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand ?
dispense. Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and I know his eye doth homage otherwhere ; that my two ears can witness.
Or else, what lets § it but he would be here? Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him know'st Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ;-thou his mind ?
Would that alone alone he would detain), Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine So he would keep fair quarter with his bed ! ear:
I see the jewel, best enamelled, Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. Will lose his beauty ; and though gold 'bides Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not
still, feel his meaning ?
That others touch, yet osten tonobing will Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too Wear gold : and so no man, that bath a uame, well feel his blows ; and withal so doubtfully, But falsehood and corruption doth it shame. that I could scarce understand tbem..
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, Adr. But say, I pr’ythee, is becoming P'll weep wbat's left away, and weeping die. home 1
It seems, he bath great care to please Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jeabis wife.
[Exeunt. Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.
Ant. S. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up When I desir'd bim to come home to dinner, Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave He ask'd ine for a thousand marks in gold : 16 wander'd forth, in care to seek me out. 'Tis dinner time, quoth l; My gold, quoth By computation, and pine host's report, he :
I could not speak with Dromio, since at first Your meat doth burn, quoth 1; My gold, I send him from the mart : See bere he comes.
quoth be : Will you come home! quoth 1; My gold,
Enter Dromio of Syracuse. quoth he :
How pow, Sir ? is your merry bumour alter'd 3 Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, vil. As you love strokes, so jest with me again. lain?
You know no Ceutaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? The pig, quotb ), is burn'd, My gold, quoth Your mistress sent to have me liome to dinner ?
My house was at the Phænix ? Wast thou mad, My mistress, Sir, quotb I; Hang up thy mis- That thus so madly thou didst answer me ? tress :
Dro. S. Wbat answer, Sir, when spake I such I know not thy mistress ; out on thy mis
a word ? tress!
Ant. S. Even now, even here, not balf an hout Luc. Quoth who?
since. Dro. E. Quoth my master :
Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me I know, quoth be, no house, no wise, no mis
Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave So that my errand, due unto my tongue, I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ;
Ant. S. - Villain, thou didst deny the gold's reFor, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
ceipt; Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner ; him bome.
For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten
Dro. s. I am glad to see you in this merry bome?
vein : For God's sake, send some other messenger.
What means this jest ? I pray you, master, Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across.
Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and fout me in Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with
the teeth 3 other beating :
Tbiuk'st thou, I jest ? Hold, take thou that, and Between you I sball have a holy head.
(Beating him. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; reli h thy master Dro. S. Hold, Sir, for God's sake : now your home.
jest is earnest : Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with Upon what bargain do you give it me? me,
Ant. S. Because that i familiarly sometimes That like a football do you spurn me thus ? Do use you for my foul, and chai with you, You spur me hence, and he will spurn me hither :
• Alteration of features. Fair, for fairness.
1 Stalking horse. • 1. e. Scirce stand under them.
Your sauciness will jest upon my love,
Dro. . Marry, and did, Sir ; namely, no time And make a common of iny serious hours.. to recover hair lost by nature. When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make Ant. S. But your reason was tot substantial, sport,
why there is no time to recover. But creep in crannies, when be hides his beanis. Dro. S. Thus I mend it : Time himself is bald,
you will jest with me know iny aspect, t and therefore to the world's end, will have bald And fashion your demeanour to my looks, followers. Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclu Dro. S. Sconce, call you it ? so you would
sion : leave battering, I had rather bave it a head : an But soft! who wafts us yonder ? you use these blows long, I must get a sconce for
Enter A DRIANA and LUCIANA. my bead, and insconce I it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, Sir, Adr. Ay, ay, Antipuolus, look strange, and why am I beaten ?
frowu; Ant. 8. Dost thou not know?
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects, Dro. S. Nothing, Sir; but that I am beaten, I am not Adriaua, lior tby wife. Ant. 8. Shall I tell you why?
The time was once, when thou upurg'd wouldse Dro. S. Ay, Sir, and wherefore ; for, they say,
VOW every why hath a wherefore.
That never words were music to thine ear, Ant. $. Why, first,-for fouting me; and That never object pleasing in thiue eye, then, wherefore,
That never toucb well-welcome to thy band, For urging it the second time to me.
That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste, Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten Unless spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to out of season ?
thee. When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither | How comes it now, my husband, oh! how rhyme nor reason 1
comes it, Well, Sir, I thank you.
That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Ant. $. Thank me, Sir, for what?
Thyself I call it, being strange to nie, Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this soinething that Tbat undividable, incorporate, you gave me for nothing.
Am better than thy dear self's better part. Ant. s. I'll make you amends next, to give Ah ! do not tear away thyself from me ; you nothing for something. But say, Sir, is it for know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall dinner-time ?
A drop of water in the breaking gulpb,
Without addition or diminishing,
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, Ant. S. Well, Sir, then 'twill be dry.
Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ? Dro. S. If be, Sir, I pray you eat none And that this body, consecrate to thee, of it.
By ruffian Just should be contaminale ! Ant. S. Your reason?
Would'st thou not spit at me, and spurn at me, Dro. S. Lest it make you choleric, and pur. And hurl the name of husband in my face, chase me another dry basting.
And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, Ant. S. Well, Sir, learu to jest in good time;
And from my false band cut the wedding ring. There's a time for all things.
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow ? Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thon were so choleric.
do it. Ant. S. By what rule, Sir ?
I am possess'd with an adulterate blot; Dro. S. Marry, Sir, by a rule as plain as the My blood is mingled with the crime of Just : plain bald pate of father Time himself.
For, if we two be one, and thou play false, Ant. S. Let's hear it.
I do digest the poison of thy flesh, Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover Being strumpeted by thy contagion. bis hair, that grows bald by nature,
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true Ant. S, May be not do it by fine and reco.
bed ; very ?
I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured. Dro. $. Yes, to pay a fue for a peruke, and Ant. $. Plead you to me, fair dame I know recover the lost hair of another man.
you not : Ant. $. Why is time such a niggard of hair, lu Ephesus I am but two hours old, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? As strange unto your town, as to your talk ;
Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he be- Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd, stows on beasts : and what be bath scanted men Want wit in all one word to understand. iu bair, he hath given them in wit.
Luc. Fie, brother I bow the world is chang'd Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
When were you wont to use my sister thus ? Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the She sent for you by Dronio home to dinner. wit to lose his hair.
Ant. S. By Dromio ? Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men
Dro. S. By me ? plain dealers without wit.
Adr. By thee: and this thou didst return Dro. $. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost :
from bim, Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows Ant. S. For what reason 1
Denied my bouse for bis, me for bis wife. Dro. S. For two; and sound ones too.
Ant. S. Did you couverse, Sir, with this genAnt. 8. Nay, not sound, I pray you.
tlewoman Dro. $. Sure ones then.
What is the course and drift of your compact ? Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing. Dro. S. I, Sir ? I never saw her till this time. Dro, S. Certain ones tben.
Ant. S. Villain, thou liest ; for even ber very Ant. s. Name them.
words Dro. S. The one, to save the money that he didst thon deliver to me on the mart. spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they Dro. S. I never spake with ber in all my life. sbould not drop in his porridge.
Ant. S. How can she thus then call as by our Ant. S. You would all this time have proved,
names, there is no time for all things.
Unless it be by inspiration! • J. e. Intrude on them when you please
Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, 1 Study my countenance. I A sconce was fortification.
with you :
To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, But here's a villain, that would face me down Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ? He met me on the mart; and that I beat him. Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, And charg'd him with a thousand marks in But wrong not that wrong with a more con
gold ; tempt.
And that I did deny my wife and house :Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine : Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine ;
this? Whose weakness, married to my stronger state, Dro. E. Say what you will, Sir, but I know Makes me with thy strength to communicate :
what I know : Il aught possess thee from me, it is dross, That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss ;
to show : Who all for want or pruning, with intrusion If the skin were parchment, and the blows you Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
gave were ink, Ant. $. To me she speaks ; she moves me for Your own handwriting would tell you what I her theme :
think. What, was I married to her in my dream ? Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass. Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
Dro. E. Marry, so it doth appear. What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear. Uutil I know this sure uncertainty,
I should kick, being kich'd ; and, being at that l'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
pass, Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for You would keep froin my heels, and be ware of dinner.
au ass. Dro. S. Oh! for my beads! I cross me for a Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar : 'Pray sinner.
God, our cheer This is the fairy land ;-0 spite of spites - May answer my good will, and your good welWe talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites ;
come here, If we obey them not, this will ensue,
Bal. I bold your daiuties cheap, Sir, and your They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and
welcome dear. blue.
Ant. E. O signior Balthazar, either at Aesb Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and an
or fisli, swer'st not?
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty Dromio, thou drvne, thou snail, thou slug, thou
Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I?
churl aflords. Ant. s. I think thou art, in mind, and so Ant. E. And welcome more common ; for
that's nothing but words. Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind and in my Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes shape.
a merry feast. Ant. S. Thou hast thipe own form.
Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more Dro. S. No, I am an ape.
sparing guest; Luc. If tbou art chaug'd to anght, 'tis to an But though my cates * be mean, take them in ass.
good part ; Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long Better cbeer inay you have, but not with better
beart. 'Tis so, I am an ass ; else it could never be, But, soft; my door is lock'd ; Go bid tbem let But I should know her as well as she knows
us in. me.
Dro. E Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
Gillian, Jen'! To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Dro. 8. (Within.) Mome, + malt-horse, capon, Whilst inan and master, laugh my woes to
coxcomb, idiot, patch ! 1 scorn.
Either get thee from the door, or sit down at Come, Sir, lo dinner; Dromio, keep the gate :
the hatcb : Husband, i'll dine above with you to-day, Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st And shrive + you of a thousand idle pranks :
for such store, Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
When one is one too many ? Go, get thee from Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
the door. Come, sister :-Dromio, play the porter well. Dro. E. What patch is made onr porter ? My Ant. S. Am 1 iu eartlı, in beaven, or in hell ?
master stays in the street. Slecping or waking ? mad, or well-advis'd ? Dro, S. Let bim walk from whence he came, Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd !
lest be catch cold on's feet. I'll say as they say, and persever so,
Ant. E. Wbo talks within there? bo, open And in this mist at all adventures go.
the door. Dro. $. Master, shall I be porter at the gate ? Dro. 8. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, and Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break
you'll tell me wherefore. your pate.
Ant. É, Wherefore ? for my dinner; I have Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too
pot din'd to-day. late.
(Exeunt. Dro. S. Nor to day here you must not ; come
again, when you may. Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out
from the house I owe ? $ ACT III.
Dro. S. The porter for this time, Sir, and my
name is Dromio. SCENE I.-The same.
Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both
mine office and my name ; Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of The one ne'er got me credit, the other inickle Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR.
blame. Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must ex- If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, cuse us all ;
Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a My wife is shrewish, when I keep not bours :
name, or thy name for an ass. Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop
Luce. (Within.) What a coil || is there ? Dro. To see the making of her carkanet,
mio, who are those at the gate ? And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
• Dishes of meat.
+ Blockhead, • Unfertile.
I own, ain owner of. * A necklace strung with pearls.
| Bustle, tumult.
Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce.
Why at this time the doors are made agaiust Luce. Faith no ; he comes too late :
you. And so tell your master.
Be rul'd by me ; depart in patience, Dro. E. O Lord, I must laugh:
And let us to the Tiger all to dinner: Have at you with a proverb.-Sball I set in iny Alvi, about evening, come yourself alone, staff's
To know the reason of this strange restraint. Luce. Have at you with another : that's, If by strong band you offer to break in, When I can you tell i
Now in the stirring passage of the day, Dro. S. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou A vulgar comment will be made on it; bast answer'd him well.
And that supposed by the common rout Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion ? you'll let Against your yet ungalled estimation, us in, I hope ?
That may with foul intrusion enter in, Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.
Aud dwell upon your grave when you are dead : Dro. S. Aud you said, no.
For slander lives upon succession; Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck ; there for ever bous’d, where it once gets possession. was blow for blow.
Ant E. You bave prevail'd; I will depart in Ant. E. l'bou baggage, let me ik.
quiet. Luce. Can you tell for whose sake ?
And, in despite of inirth, mean to be merry. Dro. E. Master, knock the door bard. I know a weuch of excellent discourse, Luce. Let bim knock till it ake.
Pretty aud witty ; wild, and yet, too gentle ;Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat There will we dine : this woinan that I mean, the door down.
My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of Hath oflentines upbraided me withal ; stocks in the town?
To her will we to dinner.-Get you hoine, Adr. (Within.) Who is that at the door, tbat And fetch the chain ; by this, I know, 'tis keeps all this noise ?
made : Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine ; with unruly boys.
For there's the houe; that chain will I bestow Ant. E. Are you there, wife ? you might have Be it for nothing but to spile my wife,) come before.
Upon mine hostess there : goud Sir, make Adr. Your wife, Sir knave! go, get you from
haste : the door.
Since milie own doors refuse to entertain me, Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this I'll knock elsewhere, tu see if they'll disdain knave would go sore.
me. Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor welcome ; Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour we would fain bave either.
hence. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall Ant. E. Do so ; This jest shall cost me some part with neither.
expense. Dro. E. They stand at the door, master ; bid them welcome hither.
SCENE 11.-The same. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
Enter LUCIANA, and ANTIPHOLUS of SyraDro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Luc. And may it be that you have quite for. Your cake here is warm within ; you stand here
got in the cold :
A husband's office ? shall, Antipholus, bate, It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs * bought and sold. +
rot? Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate ? ope the gate.
If you did wed my sister for ber wealth, Dro. $. Break any breaking here, and I'll Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with break your knave's pate.
more kindness : Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth ; Sir; and words are but wind;
Mufile your false love with some show of Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not
blindness : bebind.
Let not my sister read it in your eye; Dro. $. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Out upon thee, hind !
Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty ; Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I Apparel vice like, virtue's harbinger : pray thee, let me i1).
Bear a fair presence, though your beart be Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers,
tainted ; and fish bave po tin.
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Ant. E. Well, I'll break in ; Go borrow me a Be secrei-false : What need she be acquainted ?
What simple thief brags of bis own attaint? Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed, mean you so!
And let her read it in thy looks at board : For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a shame bath a bastard fame, well managed ; feather:
III deeds are doubled with an evil word, If a crow belp us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow Alas! poor women ! make us but believe, together.
Being compact of credit, ý that you love us ; Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron Though others have the arın, show us ihe CIOW.
sleeve ; Bal. Have patience, Sir; ob ! let in not be We in your motion turn, and you may move $0;
us. Herein you war against your reputation, Then, gentle brother, get you in again; And draw within the compass of suspect
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wise : The unviolated honour of your wife.
"Tis holy sport, to be a little vain, Il Once this,-Your long experience of her wis- When the sweet breath of Battery conquers dom,
• 1.e. Made fast.
I Love-springs are young plants or shoots of l*** • Hare part.
1, e. Being made altogether of credulity. * A proverbial phrase.
Vain, is light of tongue.
Ant. $. Sweet mistress, (what your name is me ; but that she, being a very beastly creature, else, I know not,
lays claim to me. Nor by wbat wonder you do bit on mine,) Ant. S. What is she ? Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you Dro. S. A very reverend body; ay, such a show not,
one as a man may not speak of, without he say, Thau our earth's wonder; more Iban earth sir-reverence : 1 bave but lean luck in the match, divine.
and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage ? Teach me, dear creature, how to think and Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage ? speak;
Dro. S. Marry, Sir, she's the kitchen-wench, Lay open to my earthly gross conceit,
and all grease : and I know not what use to put Smother's in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run
The folded meaning of your word's deceit. from ber by her owu light. I warraut, ber rags, Against iny soul's pure truth why labour you, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland
To make it wander in an unknowu field ? winter: if she lives till doouisday, sbe'll bura a Are you a god? would you create me new ? week longer than the whole world. Transforın me then, and to your power I'll Ant. S. What complexion is she of ? yield.
Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face But if that I am I, then well I know,
notbing like so clean kept; for why ? she Your weeping sister is no wise of mine, sweats, a man may go uver shoes in the grime Nor to her bed no bomage do I owe;
of it. Far more, far more, to you do I decline.
Ant. s. That's a fault that water will mend. O train me vot, sweet mermaid, with thy Dro. S. No, Sir, 'tis in grain ; Noal's food note,
could not do it. To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears ; Ant. S. What's her name? Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote :
Dro. S. Nell, Sir ;-but her name and three Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden quarters, that is, an ell and three quarters, will bairs,
not measure ber from bip to bip. And as a bed 'I'll take thee, and there lie;
Ant. S. Then she bears soine breadth ? And in that glorious supposition, think
Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than He gains by dealb, that hath such means to froin bip to bip : She is spherical, like a globe ; die :
I could find out countries in her. Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink !
Ant. S. lu what part of her body stands IreLuc. What, are you mad, that you do reason land ? So ?
Dro. S. Marry, Sir, in her buttocks; I found Ant. S. Not mad, but mated ; t how, I do not it out by the bogs. know.
Ant. S. Where Scotland ? Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your Dro. $. I found it by the barrenuess : bard, eye.
in the palın of the band. Ant, s. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, Ant. S. Where France ? being by.
Dro. S. In ber forebead; arm'd and reverted, Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will making war against her hair. clear your sigbt.
Ant. s. Where England ? Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look Dro. s. I look'd for the chalky cliffs, but I on night.
could find no whiteness in them : but I guess, it Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that rah 803
between France and it. Ant. S. Thy sister's sister.
Ant. $. Where Spain ? Luc. That's my sister.
Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot Ant. S. No;
in her breath It is thyself, mine own sell's better part ;
Ant. S. Wbere America, the Indies ? Mine eye's clear eye, my dear beart's dearer
Dro, S. O Sir, upon her nose, all o'er emheart;
bellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, deMy food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aion, cliving their rich aspect to the hot breath of My sole earth's heaven, and iny heaven's claim. Spain; who sent whole armadas of carracks † lo
Lus. All this my sister is, or else should be. be ballast to ber nose.
Aul. S. Where stood Belgia, the Nether. thee :
lands? Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life ;
Dro. S. O Sir, I did not look so low. To Thou hast uo husband yet, nor I uo wife :
conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to Give me thy hand.
me ; called me Dromio ; swore I was assur'd I Luc. O soft, Sir, hold you still ,
to her ; told me what privy marks I had about I'll fetch my sister, to get ber good will.
me, as the mark on my shoulder, the mole in [Exit Luc.
my neck, the great wart on my left arm, tbat 1, Enter, from the house of ANTIPHOLUS of
amazed, ran from ber as a witch : and I think Ephesus, DROM10 of Syracuse.
if my breast had not been made of faith, and
my beart of steel, she had transformed me to a Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio? where curtail-dog, and made me turn i'the wbeel. run'st thon so fast ?
Ant. S. Go, bie thee presently, post to the Dro. 8. Do you know me, Sir ? am I Dro
road; mio ? am I your man ? am I myself ?
And if the wind blow any way from shore, Ant. S. Thou art Droinio, thou art my man, I will not harbour in this town to-night. thou art thyself.
If any bark put forth, come to the mart, Dro. S. I am an ass, I am a womau's man, and where I will walk, till thou return to me. besides myself,
If every one know us, and we know bone, Ant. S. What woman's mau ? and how be- 'Tis time I think, to trudge, pack, and be sides thyself?
gone. Dro. S. Marry, Sir, besides myself, I am due Dro. $. As from bear a man would run for to a woman; one that claims me, one that
life, haunts ine, one that will bave me.
So fly I from her that would be my wife. Ant. S. What claiin lays she to thee ?
(Ernt. Dro. S. Marry, Sir, such claim as you would Ant. S. There's none but witches do iubabit lay to your borse ; and she would have me as a beast ; not that I being a beast, she would have
+ Large ships. • Merinaid for siren
# I. e. Confounded.