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• That never meat sweet-favour'd in thy talte,
Unless I fpake, or look’d, or touch’d, or cary'd. How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it, That thou art thus estranged from thyself? Thyself I call it, being strange to me. That, undividable, incorporate, Am better than thy dear felf's better part, Ah do not tear away thyself from me: For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall A drop of water in the breaking gulph, And take unmingled thence that drop again, Without addition or diminishing, As take from me thyself, and not me too. How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ? And that this body, consecrate to thee, By ruffian lust should be contaminate ? Would'st thou not spit as me, and spurn at me, And hurl the name of husband in my face, And tear the stain'd skin of
harlot-brow, And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring, And break it with a deep-divorcing vow? I know thou can'st; and therefore see thou do it. 1 am possess’d with an adult rate blot; My blood is mingled with the grime of luit :
S. Dro. For two, and found ones too.
S. Dro. 'The one to save the money that he spends in tyring; the ether, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge.
Ari. You would all this time have prov'd, there is no time for all things.
S. Dro. Marry, and did, Sir; namely, no time to recover hair loft by nature,
Ant. But your reason was not substantial, why there is no time to
S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers.
Ant. I knew 'woud be a bald Cogiclafion : but, soft! ivho wafis us yonder?
For if we two be one, and thou play false,
Ant. Plead you to me, fair daine? I know you not:
Luc. Fie, brother ! how the world is change'd with When were you wont to use my sister thus? [you! She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
Ant. By Dromio ?
Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him,
Ant. Did you converse, Sir, with this gentlewoman? What is the course and drift of your compact ?
S. Dro. I, Sir, never saw her till this time.
Ant. Villain, thou lyeft; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
S. Dro. I never spoke with her in all my life.
Ant. How can she thus then call us by our names, Unless it be by inspiration?
Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity,
with a more contempt,
as to vour talk,
Excmpe for estranged,
Ant. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme; What, was I marry'd to her in my dream ? Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the favour'd fallacy.
Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner*.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
S. Dro. Master, shall I be porter at the gate ?
spread for dinner.
Luc, Why prac'st thou to thyself, and answer'ft not?
S. Dro. I am transformed, Master, am not I?
S. Dro. 'Tis true; the sides me, and I long for grassa
Adr. Come, como, &c.
The street before Antipholis's house. Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, Dromio of Ephefus, An
gelo, and Balthazar. E. Ant.
Ood Signior Angelo, you must excufe us:;
E. Ant.G OMy wife is threwil when I keep uns
Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop
; To see the making of her carkanet ; And that tó-morrow you will bring it home. But here's a villain, that would face me down He met me on the mart, and that I beat him; And charge'd him with a thousand marks in gold; And that I did deny my wife and houfe: Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this * ? I think thou art an ass.
E. Dro. Marry, so it doth appear By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear ; I should kick, being kick’d; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass. E. Ant. Y'are fad, Signior Balthazar. Pray God,
our cheer May answer my good-will, and your good welcome
mean by this?
E. Ant. I think, &c.
good welcome here, Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and your welcome dear.
E. Ani. Ah, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fil,
Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every churl affords.
E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest :
But, soft; my door is lock’d; go bid them let us in,
E.Dro. Maud, Bridget, varian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn! S. Dro. [Within.] Mome, malt-horse, capon, cox
comb, idiot, patch ! Either
get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for Wenches, that thou call'st for such
store, When one is one too many ? go, get thee from the
get thee from the door. E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my master stays in the
street, S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold
on's feet, E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the door. S. Dro. Right, Sir; I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me where
fore. E. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not din'd to-day. S. Dro. Nor to day here you must not : come again when you may. E. Art. What art thou that keep'st me out from the house I owe? S. Dro. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name is Dromio.
E. Dro. O villain, thou hast tol’n both mine office and my name : 'The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. If thou had't been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have changed thy face for a name, or thy name for an
ass. Luce. [Wirbin.] What a coile is there, Dromio ? who are those at
the gate ? E. Dro. Let my master in, Luce.
Luce. 'Faith, no; he comes too late ;
E. Dro, O Lord, I must laugh;
Luce. Have at you with another; that's when can you tell ?