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Indu'd with intellectual sense and foal,
Adr. This fervitude makes you to keep unwed.
Adr. Patience unmov’d, no marvel tho' fhe pause ;
Luc. Well, I will marry one day but to try;
Enter Dromio of Ephefas.
E. Dro. Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that
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?
(mad: E. Dro. I mean not, cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's stark
When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,
Luc. Quoth who?
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.
E. Dro. Am I so round with you as you with me,
Luc. Fy, how impatience lowreth in your face!
Adr. His company must do his minions grace,
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
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!
Enter Antipholis of Syracuse.
Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedfal dave -
Will lose bis beauty; yet the gold bides fill
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.
I could not speak with Dromio, fince at farft
Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
S. Dro. What answer, Sir? when fpake I such a word.
fent me hence Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
Ant. Villain, thou didft deny the gold's receipts
S, Dro. I'm glad to see you in this merry vein:
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,
Ant. Dost thou not know?
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.
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