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for the hoy Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you.

S. Ant. The fellow is distract, and so am I,
And here we wander in illusions :
Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan
Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholis.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now :
Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day?

S. Ant. Satan, avoid ! I charge thee, tempt me not.
S. Dro. Master, is this mistress Satan?
S. Ant. It is the devil.

S. Dro. Nay, she is worse, she's the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench: and therefore comes, that the wenches say, God damn me, that's as much as to say, God make me & light wench. It is written, they appear to men like angels of light ; light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn : Come not near her.

Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir. Will you go with me; we'll mend our dinner here??

S. Dro. Master, if you do expect spoon-meat, bespeak a long spoon.

S. Ant. Why, Dromio ?

S. Dro. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that must eat with the devil. S. Ant. Avoid then, fiend! what tellist thou me of

supping ? Thou art, as you are all, a forceress: I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.

Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner, Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd, And I'll be gone, fir, and not trouble you.

S. Dro. Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail, a rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nyt, a cherry.ftone: but she, more covetous, would have a chain. Master, be wise ; an' if you give it her, the devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it.

Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain ; I hope, you do not mean to cheat me so ? s. Ant. Avaunt, thou witch ! come Dromio, let

us go. S. Dro. Fly pride, says the peacock; Mistress, that you know.

[Exeunt Ant. and Dro. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholis is mad, Else would he never so demean himself. A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, And for the same he promis'd me a chain: Both one, and other, he denies me now. The reason, that I gather, he is mad, (Besides this present instance of his rage) Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner, Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits, On purpose shut the doors against his way. My way is now to hie home to his house, And tell his wife, that, being lunatick, He rush'd into my house, and took perforce My ring away. This course I fittest chuse; For forty ducats is too much to lose.



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E. Dro. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his

E. Ant. Thou whorson, senseless villain!

E. Dro. I would I were senseless, fir, that I might not feel your blows.

E. Ant. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass.

E. Dro. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have serv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service, but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me with beating: I am wak’d with it, when I neep; rais’d with it, when I fit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from home; welcom'd home with it, when I return: nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; and, I think, when he hath lam’d me, I shall beg with it from door to door..


Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and Pincb.
E. Ant. Come, go along; my wife is coming

yonder. E. Dro. 2 Mistress, refpice finem, respect your end ; or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, Beware the rope's end.

E. Ant. Wilt thou still talk ? Beats Dromio.
Cour. How say you now? is not your husband

Adr. His incivility confirins no less.
Good doctor Pinch, you are a conjuror;
Establish him in his true sense again,
And I will please you what you will demand.

Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstacy!
Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your

E. Ans. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous’d within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers,

? Mistress, respice finem, respect your end; or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, Beware the rope's end.] These words seem to al. lude to a famous pamphlet of that time, wrote by. Buchanan against the lord of Liddington; which ends with these words, Rospice finem, refpice funem. But to what purpose, unless our au. thor would thew that he could quibble as well in English, as the other in Latin, I confess I know not. As for prophesying like the parrot, this alludes to people's teaching that bird unlucky words; with which, when any passenger was offended, it was the standing joke of the wise owner to say, Take beed, fir, my parrot prophe. fies. To this, Butler hints, where, speaking of Ralpho's skill in augury, he says,

Could tell what subtleft parrots mean,
That speak and think contrary clean;
What member 'tis of whom they talk,
When they cry ROPE, and walk, knave, walk.



And to thy state of darkness hie thee strait ;
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace; I am not

Adr. Oh, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!

E. Ant. You mirion, you, are these your customers ? Did this companion with the saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to-day, Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, And I deny'd to enter in my house ? Adr. Oh, husband, God doth know, you din'd at

home; Where, 'would you had remain'd until this time, Free from these sanders and this open shame! E. Ant. Din'd I at home? Thou villain, what say'st

thou? E. Dro. Sir, footh to say, you did not dine at home. E. Ant. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut

out? E. Dro. Perdy, your doors were lock'd, and you

shut out. E. Ant. And did not she herself revile me there? E. Dro. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there. E. Ant. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and

scorn me? E. Dro. Certes, she did; · the kitchen-vestal scorn'd

you. E. Ant. And did not I in rage depart from thence?

E. Dro. In verity, you did; my bones bear witness, That since have felt the vigour of your rage.

Adr. Is’t good to footh him in these contraries?

Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. E. Ant. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest


3 Kitchen-vefal.] Her charge being like that of the vestal vir. gins, to keep the fire burning. Johnson.


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