I thought t' have tane you at the Porcupine; S. Ant. What is your will, that I fhall do with this? Ang. What please yourself, Sir; I have made it for you. S. Ant. Made it for me, Sir! I bespoke it not. Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times, you have. Go home with it and please your wife withal; And foon at fupper-time I'll vifit you, And then receive my money for the chain. S. Ant. I pray you, Sir, receive the money now; For fear, you ne'er fee chain, nor money, more. Ang. You are a merry man, Sir; fare you well. [Exit. S. Ant. What I fhould think of this, I cannot tell: But this I think, there's no man is fo vain, That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain. I fee, a man here needs not live by shifts, When in the ftreets he meets fuch golden gifts: 'I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio ftay; If any fhip put out, then ftrait away. [Exit. Y SCENE, the Street. Enter a Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer. MERCHANT. OU know, fince Pentecoft the fum is due; Nor now I had not, but that I am bound To Perfia, and want guilders for my voyage: Or I'll attach you by this officer. Ang. Ev'n just the fum, that I do owe to you, (16) Is growing to me by Antipholis ; (16) Ev'n just the fum, that I do owe to you, And Is owing to me by Antipholis.] Mr. Pope, who pretends that he And, in the inftant that I met with you, Enter Antipholis Ephefus, and Dromio Ephefus, as from the Courtezan's. Off. That labour you may fave: fee, where he comes. For locking me out of my doors by day. E. Dro. I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy a rope! Ang. Saving your merry humour here's the note, E. Ant. I am not furnish'd with the prefent money, Befides I have fome business in the town; he makes no innovations but ex fide codicum, has fophifticated this paffage for no reason in the world as I apprehend. The oldest folio, and all the other copies that I have feen, read in the fecond line; Is growing to me by Antipholis. So twice, afterwards, in this very play; Adr. Bear me forthwith unto his creditor, And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. Adr. Say, bow grows it due? Good Good Signior, take the ftranger to my houfe, Ant. Then you will bring the chain to her yourself? Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, Sir, give me the chain; Both wind and tide ftay for this gentleman; And I, to blame, have held him here too long. E. Ant. Good Lord, you use this dalliance to excuse Your breach of promife to the Porcupine: I should have chid you for not bringing it; Mer. The hour fteals on; I pray you, Sir, dispatch. Ang. You hear, how he importunes me; the chainE. Ant. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your money. Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you ev'n now. Or fend the chain, or fend me by fome token. E. Ant. Fy, now you run this humour out of breath: Come, where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it. Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance: Good Sir, fay, whe'r you'll anfwer me, or no; If not, I'll leave him to the officer. E. Ant. I answer you? why fhould I anfwer you? Mer. Well, officer, arreft him at my fuit. Either confent to pay the fum for me, Or I attach you by this officer. E. Ant. Confent to pay for that I never had! Arreft me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'ft. VOL. III. K Ang Ang. Here is thy fee; arreft him, officer; Offi. I do arreft you, Sir; you hear the fuit. Ang. Sir, Sir, I fhall have law in Ephefus, Enter Dromio of Syracufe from the Bay. E. Ant. How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish fheep. What fhip of Epidamnum stays for me? S. Dro. A fhip you fent me to, to hire waftage.. E. Ant. Thou drunken flave, I fent thee for a rope; And told thee to what purpose, and what end. S. Dro. You fent me for a rope's-end as foon: E. Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And that fhall bail me; hie thee, flave; be gone : [Exeunt. S. Dro. To Adriana! that is where we din'd, [Exit. SCENE SCENE changes to E. Antipholis's Houfe. Enter Adriana and Luciana. Adr. A Migheit thou perceive aufterely in his eye H, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo? That he did plead in earnest, yea or no? Luc. First he deny'd, you had in him no right. Adr. And what faid he? Luc. That love 1 begg'd for you, he begg'd of me? Adr. With what perfuafion did he tempt thy love? Luc. With words, that in an honeft fuit might move, First, he did praife my beauty, then my speech. Adr. Did'ft fpeak him fair? Luc. Have patience, I befeech. Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, fhall have its will: He is deformed, crooked, old and fere, Ill-fac'd, worfe-body'd, fhapeless every where; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one t Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I fay, Far from her neft the lapwing cries away; My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curfe, S. Dro. Here, go; the desk, the purfe; fweet now Luc. How haft thou loft thy breath ? S. Dro. By running fast. |