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Indu'd with intellectual sense and foal,
Of more preheminence than fish and fowl,
Are matters to their females, and their lords:
Then let your will attend on their accords.

Adr. This fervitude makes you to keep unwed.
Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage-bed.
Adr. But were you wedded, you would bear some sway.
Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practice to obey.
Adr. How if your husband ftare some other where?
Luc. 'Till he come home again, I would forbear.

Adr. Patience unmov’d, no marvel tho' fhe pause ;
They can be meek, that have no other cause :
A wretched foul, bruis'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;
But were we barden'd with like weight of pain,
As much, or more, we should ourselvès complain;
So thou, that haft no unkind mate to grieve thee,
With urging helpless patience would'It relieve me:
But if thoa live to fee like right bereft,
This fool-begg’d patience in thee will be left.

Luc. Well, I will marry one day but to try;
Here comes your man, now is your hufband nigh.

Enter Dromio of Ephefas.
Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand?

E. Dro. Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that
my two ears can witness.
Adr. Say, did'ft thou speak with him ? know't thoa

his mind? E. Dro. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear, Beshrew his hand, I fcare could under-stand it.

Luc. Spake he so doubtfally, thou could't not feel his his meaning?

E. Dro. Nay, he ftruck fo plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal fo doubtfully, that I could fcarce understand them.

Adr. But say, I prythee, is he coming home?
It seems, he hath great care to please his

E. Dro. Why, mistress, sure, my master is horn mad.
Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain?

(mad: E. Dro. I mean not, cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's stark


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When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,
He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold:
'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; my gold, quoth he:
Your meat doth burn, quoth I; my gold, quoth he:
Will you come home, quoth I? my gold, quoth he:
Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain?
The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; my gold, quoth he.
My mistress, Sir, quoth I; hang up thy mistress;.
I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress !

Luc. Quoth who?
E. Dro. Quoth my master:
I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress;
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders:
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.

Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home.

E. Dro. Go back again, and be new beaten home? For God's fake, fend some other messenger.

Adr. Back, flave, or I will break thy pate across.

E. Dro. And he will bless that cross with other beating: Between

you I shall have a holy head.
Adr. Hence, prating-peasant, fetch thy master home.

E. Dro. Am I so round with you as you with me,
That like a foot-ball you do fpurn me thus ?
You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither :
If Ilalt in this service, you must case me in leather. [Exit.

Luc. Fy, how impatience lowreth in your face!

Adr. His company must do his minions grace,
Whilft I at home ftarve for a merry look:
Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took
Fiom my poor cheek? then, he hath wasted it.
Are my discourses dull? barren


If voluble and sharp discourse be marr’d,
Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard,
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That's not my fault: he's master of my ftate.
What ruins are in me, that can be found
By him not ruin’d! then, is he the ground
of my defeatures. My decayed fair
A sunny look of his would soon repair.


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But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
And feeds from home ; poor I am but his stale.

Luc. Seif-harming jealousy? --fy, beat it hence.

Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs difpence: I know, his eye doth homage other-where ; Or else what lets it, but he would be here? Sitter, you know, he promis’d me a chain; Would that alone, alone he would detain, So he would keep fais quarter with his bed. I fee, the jewel, best enameled, (5) Will lose his beauty; and the gold bides fill, That others touch: yet often touching will be tries tomark, Wear gold: and To no mau, that hath a name, But falfhood, and corruption, doch it shame. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

SCENE changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracuse.
Ant. HE gold I gave to Dromio is laid op

Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedfal dave -
Is wander'd forth in care to seek me out.
By computation, and mine hoft's report,
(5) I see the jewel best enameled

Will lose bis beauty; yet the gold bides fill
That others touch, and often roucbing will:
Where gold and no man tbat bath a name,

By falfood and corruption dotb it sname.] In this miserably mangled condition is this passage exhibited in the firft folio. All editions fince have left out the last couplet of it; I presume, as too hard for them. Mr. Pope, who pretends to have collated the first folia, should have spar'd us the lines, at least, in their corruption. I communicated my doubts upon this paffage to my friend Mr. Warburton ; and to his fagacity I owe, in good part, the correction of it. The sense of the whole is now very pertinent; which, without the two Lines from the first folio, was very imperfect; not to say, ridiculous. The comparison is fully closed, Gold, indeed, bides handling as well; but, for all that, often touching will wear even gold: So, a no man of a great character, even as pure as gold, but may in 6 time lose it by fallhood and corruption.


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I could not speak with Dromio, fince at farft
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes..

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
How now, Sir? is your merry humour alter'di
As you love stroaks, fo jest with me again.
You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold?
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
My house was at the Phanix? wast thou mad,
That thus fo madly thou didft answer me?

S. Dro. What answer, Sir? when fpake I such a word.
Ant. Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
S. Dro. I did not see


fent me hence Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.

Ant. Villain, thou didft deny the gold's receipts
And told'ft me of a mistress and a dinner ;
For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas’d.

S, Dro. I'm glad to see you in this merry vein:
What means this jeft, I pray you, mafter, tell me it

Ant. Yea, dost thou jeer and fout me in the teeth? Think'st thou, I jest? hold, take thou that, and that.

Beats Dromio S. Dro. Hold, Sir, for God's sake, now your jeftis earnest; Upon what bargain do you give it me?

Ant. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for


fool, and chat with you,
Your fawcinefs will jest upon my love,
And make a common of my ferious hours.
When the sun shines, let foolish goats make sport;
But creep in crannies, when he hides bis beams :
if you will jeft with me, know my aspect,
And fafrion your demeanor to my looks ;
Or I will beat this method in


S. Dro. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave
battering, I had rather have it a head; an you use these
blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and in-
fconce it too, or else I fhall feek my wit in my thout-
ders : but, I pray, Sir, why ain I beaten?

Ant. Dost thou not know?
S. Dro. Nothing, Sir, but that I am beaten.


Ant. Shall I tell you why?

S. Dro. Ay, Sir, and wherefore ; for they say, every why hath a wherefore.

Ant. Why, first, for flouting me; and then where. fore, for urging it the second time to me.

S.Dro.Was there everany man thus beaten out of season, When, in the why, and wherefore, is neither rhime nor Well, Sir, I thank you.

(reason Ant. Thank me, Sir, for what?

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

Ant. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for something. 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 tható
S. Dro. Baiting.
Ant. Well, Sir, then 't will be dry.
S. Dro. If it be, Sir, I pray you eat none of it.
Ant. Your reason?

S. Dro. Let it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry-basting:

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

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

Ant. By what rule, Sir ?

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

Ant. Let's hear it.

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

(6) Ant. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement?

S. Droo (6) Ant. Wby is Time such a niggard of bair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement ?

s. Dro. Because it is a bleffing that be bestows on beaf, and what be ba:b scanted them in bair, be barb given ibem in wir. ] Surely, this

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