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And pray your mother's blessing. -Turn, good As I by thine, a wife: this is a match, lady;

And made between's by vows. Thou hast found Our Perdita is found.

[Presenting Perdita, who kneels to Herm. But how, is to be question'd: for I saw her,

You gods, look down, As I thought, dead; and have in vain, said many
And from your sacred vials pour your graces A prayer upon her grave: I'll not seek far
Upon my daughter's head !-Tell me, mine own, (For him, I partly know his mind,) to find thee
Where hast thou been preserv'd ? where liv?d? An honourable husband :--Come, Camillo,
how found

And take her by the hand: whose worth and
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear, that I, - honesty,
Knowing by Paulina, that the oracle

Is richly noted ; and here justified
Gave hope, thou wast in being,-have preserv'd By us, a pair of kings.-Let's from this place.
Myself to see the issue.

What?-Look upon my brother both your

There's time enough for that; pardons,
Lest they desire, upon this push to trouble That e'er I put between your holy looks
Your joys with like relation. Go together, My ill suspicion. This your son-in-law,
You precious winners all; your exultation And son unto the king, (whom heavens direct-
Partake to every one. I, an old turtle,

Will wing me to some wither'd bough: and Is troth-plight to your daughter. -Good Paulina,

Lead us from hence; where we may leisurely My mate, that's never to be found again, Each one demand, and answer to his part Lament till I am lost.

Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first Leon.

O peace, Paulina ; We were dissever'd: Hastily lead away. Thou should'st a husband take by my consent,





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ANGELO, a Goldsmith. ÆGEON, a Merchant of Syracuse.

A Merchant, friend to Antipholns of Syracuse
ANTIPHOLUS of (twin brothers, and sons PINCH, a Schoolmaster and a Conjurer.

ANTIPHOLUS of but unknown to each ÆMILIA,

Wife to Ægeon, an Abbess at Ephesus.

ADRIANA, Wife to Antipholus of Ephesus. Syracuse,

other. DROMIO of Ephesus,

(twin brothers and At- LUCIANA, her sister. DROMIO of Syracuse,

tendants on the two

LUCE, her servant.

A Courtezan.
BALTHAZAR, a Merchant.

Gaoler, Officers, and other Attendants.


Why thou depart'st from thy native home; SCENE I. A Hall in the Duke's Palace.

And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus. Enter Duke, Ægeon, Gaoler, Officer, and other Æge. A heavier task could not have been imAttendants.


Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable:
Ægeon. Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall, Yet, that the world may witness, that my end
And, by the doom of death, end woes and all. Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence,
Duke Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more ; I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave.
I am not partial, to infringe onr laws:

In Syracusa was I born and wed
The enmity and discord, which of late

Unto a woman, happy but for me,
Sprung from the rancorons outrage of your duke And by me too, had not our hap been bad.
To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,- With her I liv'd in joy; our wealth increasid,
Who, wanting gilders to redeem their lives, By prosperous voyages I often made
Have seal'd his rigorous statutes with their To Epidamnum, till my factor's death;

And he (great care of goods at random left)
Excludes all pity from our threat'ning looks Drew me from kind en bracements of my spouse:
For, since the mortal and intestine jars

From whom my absence was not six months old, "Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us, Before herself (almost at fainting, under It hath in solemn synods been decreed,

The pleasing punishment that women bear,) Both by the Syracusans and ourselves, Had made provision for her following me, To admit no traffick to our adverse towns: And soon and safe, arrived where I was. Nay, more,

There she had not been long, but she became If any, born at Ephesus, be seen

A joyful mother oi' two goodly sons; At any Syracusan inarts and fairs,

And, which was strange, the one so like the Again, Itany Syracusan born,

other, Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,

As could not be distinguisher but by names
His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose : That very hour, and in the selfsame inu,
Unless a thousand marks be levied,

A poor mean woman was delivered
To quit the penalty, and to ransom him. Of such a burden, male twins, both alike:
Thy substance, valued at the highest rate, Those, for their parents were exceeding poor,
Cannot amount into a hundred marks;

I bought, and brought up to attend my sons.
Therefore, by law thou art condemn'd to die. My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys,
Æge. Yet this my comfort; when your words Made daily motions for our hon "eturn:
are done,

Unwilling I agreed, alas! too soon.
My woes end likewise with the evening sun. We cane aboard:
Duke. Well, Syracusan, say, in brief, the A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd,

Before the always wind-obeying deep

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Gave any tragick instance of our harm: Duke. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have But longer did we not retain much hope;

mark'd For what obscured light the heavens did grant To bear the extremity of dire mishap! Did but convey unto our fearful minds

Now, trust me, were it not against our laws, A doubtful warrant of immediate death;

Against my crown, my oath, my dignity, Which, though myself would gladly have em. Which princes, would they, may not disannul, brac'd,

My soul should sue as advocate for thee. Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,

But, though thou art adjudged to the death, Weeping before for what she saw must come, And passed sentence may not be recallid, And piteous plainings of the pretty babes, But to our honour's great disparagement, That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear, Yet will I favour thee in what I can: Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me. And this it was,- for other means was none.

Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day,

To seek thy help by beneficial help: The sailors sought for safety by our boat, Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus; And left the ship, then sinking ripe, to us: Beg thou or borrow, to make up the sum, My wife, more careful for the latter-born, And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast, Gaoler, take him to thy custody. Such as sea-faring men provide for storms; Gaol. I will, my lord. To him one of the other twins was bound,

Æge. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Ægeon Whilst I had been like heedful of the other.

wend, The children thus dispos'd, my wife and I, Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd,

But to procrastinate his lifeless end. [Exeunt. Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast;

SCENE II. A public place.
And floating straight, obedient to the stream,
Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought.

Enter Antipholus and Dromio of Syracuse, At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,

and a Merchant. Dispers'd those vapours that offended us; Mer. Therefore, give out, you are of EpidamAnd, by the benefit of his wish'd light,

num, The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered

Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate. Two ships from far making amain to us, of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this ;

This very day, a Syracusan merchant

Is apprehended for arrival here;
But ere they came,-0, let me say no more! And, not being able to buy out his life,
Gather the sequel by that went before.
Duke Nay, forward, old man, do not break off Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.

According to the statute of the town,

There is your money that I had to keep.
For we may pity, though not pardon thee. Ant. S. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we

Ege. O, had the gods done so, I had not now host,
Worthily 'term'd them merciless to us!

And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
For,ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues, Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
We were encounter'd by a mighty rock; Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
Which being violently borne upon,

Peruise the traders, gaze upon the buildings, Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst, And then return, and sleep within mine inn; So that in this unjust divorce of us,

For with long travel I am stiff and weary. Fortune had left to both of us alike

Get thee away. What to delight in, what to sorrow for.

Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your Her part, poor soul! seeming as burden'd

word, With lesser weight, but not with lesser wo, And go indeed, having so good a mean. Was carried with more speed before the wind;

[Erit Dro. S And in our sight they three were taken up Ant. S. A trusty villain, sir ; that very oft, By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought. When I am dull with care and melancholy, Ai length, another ship had seiz'd on us; Lightens my humour with his merry jests. And knowing whom it was their hap to save, What, will you walk with me about the town, Gave healthful welcome to their shipwreck'd And then go to my inn, and dine with me? guests,

Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, And would have reft the fishers of their prey,

Of whom I hope to make much benefit; Had not their bark been very slow of sail, And therefore homeward did they bend their Please you I'll meet with you upon the mart:

I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock, course.

And afterwards consort you till bedtime; T'hus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss ; My present business calls me from you now. That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd, Ani. S. Farewell till then: I will go lose my. To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.

self, Duke. And for the sake of them thou sorrowest And wander up and down, to view the city. for,

Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. Do me the favour to dilate at full

[Exit Merchant. What hath befallin of them, and thee, till now. Ant. S. He that commends me to mine own Ege. My youngest boy, and yet' my eldest

content, care,

Commends me to the thing I cannot get. At eighteen years became inqnisitive

I to the world am like a drop of water, After his brother; and importun'd me,

That in the ocean seeks another drop; That his attendant (for his case was like,

Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name,)

Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself : Might bear him company in the quest of him:

So I, to find a mother, and a brother,
Whorn whilst I labour'd of a love to see,

In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd.
Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece,

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia, Here comes the almanack of my true date,-
And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus; What now? How chance, thou art return'd so
Hopeless to find, yet loath to leave unsought,

soon ? Or that, or any place that harbours men. Dro. E. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd Bat here must end the story of my life;

too late: And happy were I in my timely death,

The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit: Could all my travels warrant me they live. The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell,

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My mistress made it one upon my check: That in such haste I sent to seek his master!
She is so hot, because the ineat is cold ; Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
The meat is co.d, because you come not home; Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him,
You come not home, because you have no sto- And from the mart he's somewhere gone to

You have no stomach, having broke your fast; Good sister, let us dine, and never fret:
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, A man is master of his liberty :
Are penitent for your default to-day.

Time is their master; and, when they see time, Ani. S. Stop in your wind, sir ; tell me this, I They'll go, or come : If so, be patient, sister. pray ;

Adr. Why should their 'liberty than ours be Where have you left the money that I gave you ? more? Dro. E, 0, --sixpence, that I had o' Wednes. Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door. day last,

Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ; Luc. 0, know, he is the bridle of your will. The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.

Adr. There's none, but asses, would be bridled
Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now:
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money? Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with wo
We being strangers here, how dar’st thou trust There's nothing, situate under Henven's eye,
So great a charge from ihine own custody? But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky:
Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at T'he beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,

Are their males' subjects, and at their controls:
I from my mistress come to you in post; Men, more divine, the masters of all these,
If I return, I shall be post indeed;

Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas,
For she will score your fault upon my pate. Indued with intellectual sense and souls,
Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your or more pre-eminence than fish and fowls,

Are masters to their females, and their lords: And strike you home without a messenger.

Then let your will attend on their accords. Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed ont of season ;

Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Reserve them till a merrier hour than this: Adr. But, were you wedded, you would beer Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?

some sway. Dro. E. To me, sir ? why you gave no gold to me. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Ant. s. Come on, sir knave, have done your Adr. How if your husband start some other foolishness,

where? And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from Adr. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though the mart

she pause; Home to your house, the Phenix, sir, to dinner: They can be meek, that have no other cause. My mistress, and her sister, stay for you. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, Ant. s. Now, as I am a christian, answer me, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; In what safe place you have bestow'd my money; But were we burden'd with like weight of prin, Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours, As much, or more, we should ourselves comThat stands on tricks when I am undisposd : plain : Where is the thousand marks thon hadst of me? So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my With tuging helpless patience would'st relieve pate,

me : Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, But, if thou live to see like right berest, But not a thousand marks between you both. This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. If I should pay your worship those again, Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to tryPerchance, you will not bear thein patiently. Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh Ant. s. Thy mistress' marks!' what mistress, slave, hast thou ?

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand ?
the Phenix;

Dro. E. Nay, he is at iwo hands with me, and
She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, that my two ears can witness.
And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him ? know'st
Anl. s What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my thou his mind ?

Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine
Being forbid 7 There, take you that, sir knavc.

(Strikes him. Beshrew his hand, I scarce could nnderstand it. Dro. E. What mean you, sir ? for God's sake, Luc. Spake he só doubtfully, thou could'st not hold your hands!

feel his meaning ?
Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too

[Erit Dromin E. well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that
Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, I could scarce understand them.
The villain is v'er-raught of all my money. Adr. But say, I pr'ythee, is he coming home ?
They say, this town is full of cozenage: It seems he hath great care to please his wife.
As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye; Dro. E. Why, inistress, sure my master is horn
Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind; mad.
Soul-killing witches, that deform the body; Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain
Disguised cheaters, prating monntebanks, Dro. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure,
And many such like liberties of sin :

he's stark mad;
If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,
I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave : He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold:
1 greatly fear my inoney is not safe. (Exit. 'Tis dinner-time, quoth ) ; My gold, qnoth he:

Your meat doth burn, quoth Y; My gold, quoth

SCENE I. A publick place.

Will you come home ? quoth I; My gold, quoth

he: Enter Adrian and Luciana.

Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, vil. Adr. Neither my husband, uor the slave re lain? lurn'd,

The pig, quoth), is burn'd; My gold, quoth bei


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My mistress, sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mis- Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me tress;

hence, I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress! Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Luc. Quoth who?

Ant. S. Villain, thou did'si deny the gold's Dro. E. Quoth my master :

receipt ; I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mis- And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; tress;

For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. So that my errand, due unto my tongue, Dro. s. I am glad to see you in this merry I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ;

vein : For, in conclusion, he did beat me there. What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home.

Ant. 9. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten the teeth? home ?

Think'st thou, I jest ? Hold, take thou that, and For God's sake, send some other messenger.


Beating him. Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake; now your

jest is earnest : Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other Upon what bargain do you give it me? beating :

Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Between you I shall have a holy head.

Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy mas. Your sanciness will jest upon my love, ter home.

And make a common of my serious hours. Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make me,

sport, That like a football you do spurn me thus? But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. You spurn me hence, and he wiil spurn me If you will jest with me, know my aspect, hither:

And fashion your demeanour to my looks, If I last in this service, you must case me in Or I will beat this method in your sconce. leather.

[Erit. Dro. S. Sconce, call you it ? so you would Luc. Fie, how impatience loureth in your face ? leave battering, I had raiher have it a head : an Adr. His company must do his minions grace, you use these blows long, I must get a sconce Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. for my head, and insconce it too; or else I shall Hath homely age the alluring beauty took seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it: why am I beaten? Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ?

Ant. S. Dost thou not know? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd, Dro. S. Nothing, sir ; but that I am beaten. Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. Ant. S. Shall I tell you why? Do their gay vestments his affections bait? Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore ; for, they say, That's not my fault, he's master of my state : every why hath a wherefore. What ruins are in me, that can be found

Ant. S. Why, first,- for flouting me; and then, By hin not ruin'd! then is he the ground

wherefore, Of my defeatures: My decayed fair

For urging it the second time to me. A sunny look of his would soon repair :

Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten But, 100 unruly deer, he breaks the pale,

out of season ? And feeds from home: poor I am but his stale. When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither Luc. Self-harming jealousy !-fie, beat it hence. rhyme nor reason ?Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs Well, sir, I thank you. dispense.

Ant. S. Thank me, sir? for what? I know his eye doth homage otherwhere; Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something that you Or else, what lets it but he would be here?

gave me for nothing. Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ; Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give Would that alone alone he would detuin, you nothing for something. But say, sir, is it So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! dinner-time? I see, the jewel, best enamelled,

Dro. S. No, sir ; I think, the meat wants that Will lose his beauty and though gold 'bides still,

I have. That others touch, yet often touching will Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that ? Wear gold : and so no man, that hath a name, Dro. S. Basting: But falsehood and corruption doth it shame. Ant. . Well, sir, then 'twill be dry. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, Dro. S. If it be, sir, I pray you eat none of it I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. Ant. S. Your reason ? Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Dro. S. Lest it make you cholerick, and pur

[Exeunt. chase me another dry basting. SCENE II. The same.

Ant. $. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time; Enter Antipholus of Syracuse.

There's a time for all things. Ant. s. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up were so cholerick.

Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before yon Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.

Ant. S. By what rule, sir ?

Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the By computation, and mine host's report, I could not speak with Dromio, since at first

plain bald pate of father Time himself.

Ant. S. Let's hear it. I sent him from the mart: see, here he comes.

Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

his hair, that grows bald by nature. How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd ? Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery? As you love strokes, so jest with me again. Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? recover the lost hair of another man. Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? Ant. s. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, My house was at the Phænix? Wast thou mad, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? That thus so madly thou didst answer me? Dro. s. Because it is a blessing that he bestows Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I such on beasts: and what he hath scanted men in a word ?

hair, he hath given them in wit. Ant. $. Even now, even here, not half an hour Ant. 8. Why, but there's many a man hatb since.

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Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the Dro. s. By me? wit to lose his hair.

Adr. By thee: and this taon didst return from Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men him,plain dealers without wit.

That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost : Denied my house for his, me for his wife. Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.

Ant. s. Did you converse, sir, with this genAnt. s. For what reason ?

tlewoman? Dro. S. For two; and sound ones too. What is the course and drift of your compact ? Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.

Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her till this time. Dro. S. Sure ones then.

Ant. $. Villain, thou liest ; for even her very Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.

words Dro. s. Certain ones then.

Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Ant. s. Name them.

Dro. s. I never spake with her in all my life. Dro. S. The one to save the money that he Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our spenrls in tiring; the other, that at dinner they names, should not drop in bis porridge.

Unless it be by inspiration ? Int. s. You would all this time have proved, Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, there is no time for all things.

To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir; namely, e'en no Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ? time to recover hair lost by nature.

Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, Ant. s. But your reason was not substantial; But wrong not that wrong with a more conwhy, there is no time to recover.

tempt. Dro. S. Thus I mend it : Time himself is Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine ; bald, and therefore, to the world's end, will Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine: have bald followers.

Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion: Makes me with thy strength to communicate : But soft! who wafts us yonder !

If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,

Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss:
Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.

Ant. S. To me she speaks : she moves me for Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,

her theme : I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.

What, was I married to her in my dream? The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?

What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? That never words were music to thine ear,

Until I know this snre uncertainty, That never object pleasing in thine eye, I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. That never touch were welcome to thy hand, Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for That never meat sweet savour'd in thy taste,

dinner. Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee. Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes sinner. it,

This is the fairy land ;-0, spite of spites ; That thon art then estranged from thyself ? We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; Thyself I call it, being strange to me,

If we obey them not, this will ensue, That, undividable, incorporate,

They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and And better than thy dear self's better part.

blue. Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;

Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and an For know, my love, as casy may'st thou fall

swer'st not? A drop of water in the breaking gulf,

Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou And take unmingled thence that drop again,

sot! Without addition, or diminishing,

Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? As take from me thyself, and not me too.

Ant. . I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in my Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ?

shape. And that this body, consecrate to thee,

Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. By ruffian lust should be contaminate?

Dro. s.

No, I am an ape. Would'st thou not spit at me, and spurn at me, Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass And hur the name of husband in my face, Dro. S. 'Tis true : she rides me, and I long And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow,

for grass. And from my false hand cut the wedding ring, 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, And break it with a deep divorcing vow? But I should know her as well as she knows me I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do it. Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, I am possess'd with an a ulterate blot ; To put the finger in the eye and weep, My blood is mingled with the crime of lust: Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes to For, if we two be one, and thou play false,

scorn. I do digest the poison of thy flesh,

Come, sir, to dinner ; Dromio, keep the gate Being strumpeted by thy contagion.

Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day, Keep then fair league and truce with thy true And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks : bed ;

Sirrah, if any ask you for your master, I live distain'd, thou undishonoured.

Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter. Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know Corne, sister :-Dromio, play the porter well, you not:

Ant.' S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell ? In Ephesus I am bnt two hours old,

Sleeping or waking? mad, or well advia'd ? As strange unto your town, as to your talk: Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd! Who, every word by all iny wit being scann'd, I'll say as they say, and persever so, Want wit in all one word to understand. And in this mist at all adventures go. Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate! with you:

Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your When were you wont to use my sister thus ?

pate. She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too Ant. S. By Dromio ?



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