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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.
Ant. Nay, not found, I pray you.
S. Dro. Sure ones then,
Ant. Nay, not sure in a thing falfing.
S. Dro. Certain ones tjen.
Ant. Name them,

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?

SCENE, &c.


For if we two be one, and thou play false,
I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
Keep then fair league, and truce with thy true bed;
I live distain'd, thou undishonoured.

Ant. Plead you to me, fair daine? I know you not:
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
As strange unto your town as to your talk *.

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 ?
S. Dro. By me?

Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him,
That he did buffet thee; and in his blows
Deny'd my house for his, me for his wife.

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,
To counterfeit thus grossly with your flave,
Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ?
Be it my wrong, you are from me exemptt,
wrong not that

with a more contempt,
Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine;
“ Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine :
" Whose weakness, marry'd to thy stronger ftate,
“ Makes me with thy strength to communicate;
“ If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
* Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss ;
" Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
“ Infect thy fap, and live on thy confusion.


as to vour talk,
Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
Wants wit in all one word to underland
Luc, Fie, brother, &c.

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,
To put the finger in the eye, and weep,
Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
Come, Sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate;
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day,
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks ;
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter:
Come, sister; Dromio, play the porter well.

Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking, mad or well advis'd ?
Known unto thefe, and to myself disguis’d?
I'll say as they say, and persever so;
And in this mist at all adventures go.

S. Dro. Master, shall I be porter at the gate ?
Adr. Ay, let none enter, left I break your pate.
Luc. Come, come, Antipholis, we dine too late.


spread for dinner.
S. Dro. On, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
This is the fairy land i oh, spight of spights !
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprights;
If we obey them not, this will ensue.
They'll suck our breath, and pinch us black and blue.

Luc, Why prac'st thou to thyself, and answer'ft not?
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou flug, thou foc !

S. Dro. I am transformed, Master, am not I?
Ant. I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
S. Dro. Niy, master, both in mind and in my shape.
Ant. Thou hzit thire own form,
S. Dro. No; Ian an ape.
Luc. If thou art changed io aught, 'tis to an ass.

S. Dro. 'Tis true; the sides me, and I long for grassa
"Tiso, I am an ais; elf: it could never be,
But I should know her, as weil as he know's me.

Adr. Come, como, &c.


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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

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mean by this?
E. Dro. Say what you will, Sir; but I know what I know;
That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to thow;
If the ikin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
Vour owij hand-writing would tell you what I think.

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,
A table-full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every churl affords.
E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's noihing but words.
Eal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry feast.

E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest :
But though my cates be mean, take them in youd part;
Batter cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
Bat, soft, &c.




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

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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 ;
And so tell your master.

E. Dro, O Lord, I must laugh;
Have at you with a proverb.--Shall I set in my staff?

Luce. Have at you with another; that's when can you tell ?
S. Dro. If thy name be call'a Luce, Luce, thou haft answer'd him

E. Ant. Do you hear, you minion ; you'll let us in, I trow?
Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.
S. Dro. And you said, No..
E. Dro. So, come, help, well Aruck; there was blow for blow,
E. Ant. Thou baggage, let me in.
Luce. Can you tell for whose fake?
E. Dro. Master, knock the door hard,
Luce. Let him knock till it ake.
E. Ant. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
Idr. [Wi:bin.] Who is that, &c.


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