So he would keep fair quarter with his bed.
I fee, the jewel, beft enamelled (1),

Will lofe his beauty; and the gold 'bides ftill,
That others touch; yet often touching will
Wear gold and fo no man, that hath a name,
But falfhood, and corruption, doth it fhame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
Luc. How many fond fools ferve mad jealoufy!

SCENE IV..

Changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe.

Ant. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful flave
Is wander'd forth in care to feek me out.
By computation, and mine hoft's report,
I could not fpeak with Dromio, fince at firft
I fent him from the mart. See, here he comes

Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

How now, Sir? is your merry humour alter'd?

(1) Ifee, the jewel, beft enamelled,

Will lose bis beauty; YET the gold bides fill

That others touch, AND often touching will::

WHERE gold and no man, that bath a'name,

[Exeunt.

By falfhood and corruption dath it fhame.] In this miferable con dition is this paffage given us. It should be read thus,,

I fee, the jewel best enamelled,

Willlife bis beauty and the gold bides fille

That others touch; yet often touching will
Wear gold and fo ne man, that hath a name,

But falfhood, and corruption, doth it frame.

The fenfe is this, "Gold, indeed, will long bear the handling; however, often touching, will wear even gold, juft fo the great"eft character, tho' as pure as gold itfelf, may, in time, be injured, by the repeated attacks of falfhood and corruption." WARBURTON.

The Revifal reads thus,

Yet the gold bides ftill

That others touch, though often touching will
Wear gold, and fo a man that hath a name,,
By falfehood and corruption doth it fhame.

As you love strokes, fo jeft with me again,
You know no Centaur? you received no gold?-
Your miftrefs fent to have me home to dinner?
My houfe was at the Phoenix? waft thou mad,
That thus fo madly thou didst answer me?

S. Dro. What anfwer, Sir? when spake I fuch a word?

Ant. Even now, even here, not half an hour fince. S. Dro. I did not see you. fince you fent me hence Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.: Ant. Villain, thou didft deny the gold's receipt; And toldft me of a mistress, and a dinner ; For which, I hope, thou felt'ft I was difpleas'd. S. Dro. I'm glad to fee you in this merry vein : What means this jeft, I pray you, mafter, tell me? Ant. Yea, doft thou jeer and flout me in the teeth? Think'ft thou, I jeft? hold, take thou that, and that. [Beats Dro.. S. Dra. Hold, Sir, for God's fake, now your jeft is

earneft;

Upon what bargain do you give it me?

Ant. Because that I familiarly fometimes
Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,,
Your fawcinefs will jeft upon my love,
And make a common of my ferious hours.
When the fun fhines, let foolish gnats make fport,
But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams :
you will jeft with me, know my afpect,
And fashion your demeanor to my looks;
Or I will beat this method in your fconce.

If

S. Dro. Sconce, call you it? fo you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head; an you use these blows long, I muft get a fconce for my head, and in-.. fconce it too, or elfe I fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders: but, I pray, Sir, why am I beaten?

Ant. Doft thou not know?

Sit but that I am beaten.

8. Dro. Nothing, Sir,

Ant. Shall I tell you why?

S. Dro. Ay, Sir, and wherefore; for, they fay, eve Ty why hath a wherefore.

Aut. Why, firft, for flouting me; and then wherefore, for urging it the fecond time to me..

S. Dro

S. Dr. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of

feafon,

When, in the why, and wherefore, is neither rhime nor reafon ?

Well, Sir, I thank you.

Ant. Thank me, Sir, for what?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, for this fomething that you gave me for nothing.

Ant. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for fomething. But fay, Sir, is it dinner-time?

S. Dro. No, Sir, I think, the meat wants that I have. Ant. In good time, Sir; what's that?

S. Dro. Bafting.

Ant. Well, Sir, then 'twill be dry.

S. Dro. If it be, Sir, I pray you eat none of it,
Ant. Your reafon

S. Dro. Left it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry-bafting.

Ant. Well, Sir, learn to jeft in good time; there's a time for all things.

S. Dro. I durft have deny'd that, before you were fo cholerick.

Ant. By what rule, Sir?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, by a rule as plain as the plain. bald pate of father Time himfelf.

Ant. Let's hear it.

S. Dro. There's no time for a man to recover his hair, that grows bald by nature.

Ant. May he not do it by fine and recovery?

S. Dro. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the loft hair of another man.

(2) Ant. Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair, being, as it is, fo plentiful an excrement?

(2). In former Editions:

Ant. Why is Time fuch a Niggard of Hair, being, as it is, fo plentiful an Excrement &

S. Dro. Because it is a Blefing that be beflows on Beafts, and what be bath feanted them in bair, be bath given them in Wit.] Surely, this is Mock reafoning, and a Contradiction in Senfe. Can Hair be fuppos'd a Bleding, which Time beftows on Beasts peculiarly and yet that he hath franted them of it too? Men and Them, I obferve, are very frequently miftaken vice verfa for each other, in the old impreffions.

THEOBALD.
S. Dre.

S. Dro. Because it is a bleffing that he bestows on beasts; and what he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

Ant. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.

(3) S. Dro. Not a man of those, but he hath the wit to lofe his hair.

Art. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.

S. Dro. The plainer dealer, the fooner loft; yet he lofeth it in a kind of jollity.

Ant. For what reason?

S. Dro, For two, and found ones too.
Ant. Nay, not found, I pray you.
S. Dro. Sure ones then.

Ant. Nay, not fure in a thing falfing.
S. Dro. Certain ones then..

Ant. Name them.

S. Dro. The one to fave the money that he fpends in tyring; the other, that at dinner they should not dropin his porridge.

Ant. You would all this time have prov'd, there is no time for all things.

S. Dro. Marry, and dîd, Sir; namely, no time to recover hair loft by nature.

Ant. But your reafon was not substantial, why there is no time to recover..

S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himfelf is bald, and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers. Ant. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclufion: but, soft !: who wafts us yonder 2

SCENE V.

Enter Adriana, and Luciana.

Adr. Ay, ay, Antipbolis, look. ftrange and frown, Some other mistress hath thy fweet afpects:

(3) Not a man of those, but be bath the wit to lofe bis bair.] That 16, Those who have more bair than wit, are eafily entrapped by loofe women, and fuffer the confequences of lewdnefs, one of which,. in the first appearance of the disease in Europe, was the loss of hair.

I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.

The time was once, when thou, unurg'd, wouldft vow,
That never words were mufick to thine ear,

That never object pleafing to thine eye,
That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
That never meat fweet-favour'd in thy tafte,
Unless I fpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd.
How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it,
That thou art thus eftranged from thyfelf?
Thyfelf I call it, being ftrange to me:
That, undividable, incorporate,

Am better than thy dear felf's better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyfelf from me:
For know, my Love, as eafy may'ft thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulph,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,

As take from me thyfelf, and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Shouldft thou but hear, I were licentious?
And that this body, confecrate to thee,
By ruffian huft fhould be contaminate?
Wouldst thou not fpit at me, and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of hufband in
my face,
And tear the ftain'd fkin of my harlot-brow,
And from my falfe hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?

I know thou can'ft, and therefore, fee thou do it.
I am poffefs'd with an adulterate blot;

My blood is mingled with the crime of luft (4):
For if we two be one, and thou play falfe,
I do digeft the poifon of thy flesh,

Being ftrumpeted by thy contagion.

Keep then fair league, and truce with thy true bed

(4) I am poffefs'd with an adulterate blot ;

My blood is mingled with the CRIME of luft Both the integrity of the metaphor, and the word blot, in the preceding line, fhew that we should read; med

with the CRIME of luft: i. e. the ftain, fmut. So again in this play, A man may go over fhoes in the CRIME of in WARBURTON.