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Now, trust me, were it not against our laws, (3)
(Which Princes, would they, may not disannul;)
Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,
My foul should fue as advocate for thee.
But, tho' thou art adjudged to the death,
And passed fentence may not be recall’d,
But to our honour's great disparagement;
Yet will I favour thee in what I can;
I therefore, merchant,' limit thee this day,
To seek thy life by beneficial help:
Try all the friends thou haft in Ephesus,
Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum,
And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die.
Jailor, take him to thy cuftody.

Exeunt Duke, and Train.
Jail. I will, my Lord.
Ægeon. Hopeless and helpless doth Ægeon wend,
But to procrastinate his liveless end.

[Exeunt Ægeon, and Jailor.
SCENE changes to the Street.
Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Merchant, and Dromio.
Mer. "Herefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
This very day, a Syracufan merchant

Is apprehended for arrival here;
And not being able to buy out his life,
According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west:
There is your money, that I had to keep.

Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
And stay there, Dromio, 'till I come to thee :
Within this hour it will be dinner-time;
(3) Now trust me, wore it not against our laws,

Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,

Which Princes would, they may not dijannul,] Thus àre these linés placed in all the former editions. But as the single verb does not agree with all the subftartives, which should be govern’d of it, I have ventur’d to make a transposition; and by a change in the pointing, clear'd up the perplexity of the sense.

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"Tili that I'll view the manners of the town,
Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return and sleep within mine inn;
For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Get thee away.

Dro. Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a means. [Exit Dramio.

Ant. A frusty villian, Sir, that very oft,
When I am dull with care and melancholy,
Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
What, will you walk with me about the town,
And then go to the inn and dine with me?

Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit:
I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,
I'll meet with

you upon the mart,
And afterward confort you 'till bed-time:
My present business calls me from you now.

Ant. Farewel 'till then; I will go lose myself,
And wander up and down to view the city.
Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content.

[Exit Mer.
Ant. He that commends me to my own content,
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water,
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
Here comes the almanack of my true date.
What now? how chance, thou art return'd fo foon?

E. Dro. Return’d so soon! rather approach's too late :
The capon burns, the pig falls from the fpit,
The clock has strucken twelve upon the bell ;
My mistress made it one upon my cheek;
She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;


You come not home, because you have no ftomach;
You have no ftomach, having broke your faft:
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and

pray, Are penitent for your default to-day.

Ant. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray, Where you have left the money that I gave you?

E. Dro. Oh,-fix pence, that I had a Wednesday laft, To pay the fadler for my mistress'crupper? The fadler had it, Sir; I kept it not.

Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now; Tell me and dally not, where is the money? We being strangers here, how dar'ít thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody?

E. Dro. I pray you, jest, Sir, as you fit at dinner:
I from my mistress come to you in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed;
For she will score.


upon my pate; Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock; And strike you home without a messenger.

Ant. Come, Dromio, come, thesejests are out of season; Reserve them 'till a merrier hour than this: Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?

E. Dro. To me, Sir? why, you gavę no gold to me.

Ant. Come on, Sir knave, have done your foolishness; And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charger

E. Dro. My charge was bụt to fetch you from the mart
Home to your house, the Phænix, Sir, to dinner;
My mistress and her sister stay for you.

Ant. Now, as I am a christian, answer me,
In what safe place you have beitow'd my money;
Or I Mall break that merry sconce of yours,
That stands on tricks when I am undispos’d:
Where are the thousand marks thou hadft of me?

E..Dro. I have some marks of yours upon my pate;
Some of my mistress' marks upon my Moulders;
But not a thousand marks between you both.-
If I should pay your worship those again,
Perchance, you will not bear them patiently.
Ant. Thy mistrefs' marks? what mifirefs, llave haft thou?

E. Dro.

E.Dro. Your worship's wife, my miftress at the Phenix, She, that doth faft, 'till you come bome to dinner; And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner.

Ant. What wilt thou Aout me thus unto my face, Being forbid ? there take you that, Sir knave. E. Dro. What mean you, Sir? for God's sake hold

your hands; Nay, an you will not, Sir, I'll take my heels.

[Exit Dromie. Ant. Upon my life, by fome device or other, The villian is o'er-wrought of all my money. They say, this town is full of couzenage ; As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye; (4) Dark-working forcerers, that change the mind; Soul-killing witches, that de form the body; Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,

And (4) As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye;

Dark-working forcerers, that change ihe mind;

Soul-killing witibes, that deform the body';] Tho' I have not dil.. turbid the text, ihe ingenious conjecture, Mr. Warburton made to me upon this pafrage, has such an appearance of jusiness and likelihood, that I shall robjoin it in his own words. « Those, who attentivel: «« consider these three lines, muft confess, that ihe Poet intended, " the epithet given to each of these miscreants shouid declare the « power by which they perform their feats, and which would therca fore be a just characteristic of each of them. Thus, ty 1:16: “ jugglers, we are taught that they perform their tricks by figkeit " band: and by foul-killing witches, we are inform'd, the mischii si so they do is by the affiftance of the devil to whom they have given " their souls: But then, by dark-working forcerers, we are riot in“ Atructed in the neans by which they perform their ends. Besides, w this epithet agrees as well to witches, as to them; and therefore, “ certainly, our Author could not design this in the characteristick. “ I am confident, we Mould read;

Drug-working forcerers, that charge the mind; “ And we know by the whole bistory of antient and modern supe: • fticion, that these kind of jugglers always preterded to work changes " of the mind by these applications. Hence all the superftition of * love potions, which in this line is alluded to: And this practice “ was so common amongst the Greeks, that they gave the name of “ dappeaxò; to this operator: and therefore has Theccritus callio his “ second Eidyllium, whose subject is built on this kind of foreci!. και φαρμακεύτρια.

Mr. Wariz rich. Brabantio, I remember, in Oıkcıl, where he thinks his daughter's Vol. III,


And many such like liberties of fin :
If it prove fo, I will be


the sooner. I'll to the Centaur, tó go feek this slave; I greatly fear my money is not safe.


ACT II. SCENE, the House of Antipholis of Ephefus.

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Either my husband, nor the slave return'd,

That in such hafte I sent to seek his master!
Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

Luc. Perhaps, fome merchant hath invited him,
And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner:
Good fifter, let us dine, and never fret.
A man is master of his liberty:
Time is their master; and when they see time,
'They'll go or come; if so, be patient, fifter.

Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more?
Luc. Because their business still lies out a-door.
Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill.
Luc. Oh, know, he is the bridle of


will. Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so.

Luc. Why, head-strong liberty is lafht with woe.
There's nothing situate under heaven's eye,
But hath its bound in earth, in sea, in sky:
The beasts, 'the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their male's subjects, and at their controlls :
Man, more divine, the master of all these,
Lord of the wide world, and wide wat'ry seas,
senses and inclinations must have been perverted by the Moor's prac-
tices, Speaks not a little in confirmation of my friend's conjecture.

Judge me the world, if ’tis not gross in sense,
'That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms,
Abus'd ber Jelicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That weaken notion.

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