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Adr. [Within.] Who is that at the door, that keeps

all this noise ? S. Dro. By my troth, your town is troubled with

unruly boys. E. Ant. Are you there, wife? you might have come

before. Adr, Your wife, Sir Knave! go, get you from the

door *.

E. Ant. Go


fetch me an iron crown
Bal. Have patience, Sir: Oh, let it not be fo.
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compass of suspect
Th’unviolated honour of your wife.
Once, this - your long experience of her wisdom,
Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
Plead on her past fome cause to you unknown;
And doubt not, Sir, but she will well excuse,
Why at this time the doors are barr'd against you.
Be rul'd by me, depart in patience,
And let us to the Tyger all to dinner;
And about evening come yourself alone,

get you from the door. E. Dro. If you went in pain, matter, this knave would go fore, Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor welcome; we would fain have

either. Bal. In debating which was beft, we shall have part with neither. E. Dro. They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hiæ

E. Ant. There is something in the wind that we cannot get in,

E. Dro. You would say ro, maft-r, if your garments were thin,
Your cake here is warm within : you stand here in the cold :
It would make a man mad as a buck io be fo bought and sold.

E. Ant. Go fetch me something, I'll break upe the gate.
S. Dro Break ay thing here, and I'll break your knave's pate.
E. Dro. A man may break a word with you, Sir, and words are but

* Adr.


Ay, and break it in your face, fo he break it not behind.
s Dro. It seems, thou wantest breaking ; out upon thee, hind!

E Dio. Here's iso much, out upon tbee! I pray thee let me in.
S. Dro Ay, when fowls nave no feachers, and fish have no fin,
E. int. Well, I'll "reak in; ko borrow me a crow.

E Dro. A crow without feather, m. fter, mean you fo?
For a fish without a fin, there's a towi withuut a feather :
If a crow help us in, firrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
E. Art. Go, get thee gone, &c.
Y la


To know the reason of this strange restraint.
If by strong hand you offer to break in,
Now in the stirring passage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made of it;
And that supposed by the common rout,
Against your yet ungalled estimation,
That may with foul intrusion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead:
For slander lives upon succeflion;
For ever hous’d, where it once gets pofseflion ;

E. Ant. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,
And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Pretty and witty, wild, and yet too gentle ;
There will we dine; this woman that I mean,
My wife (but, I protest, without defert)
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;
To her will we to dinner. Get you home,
And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made ;
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine ;
For there's the house : that chain will I bestow
(Be it for nothing but to spight my wife)
Upon mine hostess there. Good Sir, make halte :
Since my own doors refuse to entertain me,
I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll difdain me.
Ang. I'll meet you at that place, fome hour, Sir,

hence. E. Ant. Do fo , this jest shall cost me fome expence.


The house of Antipholis of Ephesus.
Enter Luciana, with Antipholis of Syracuse.
Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot
A husband's office thall, Antipholis,
Ev'n in the spring of love, thy love-fprings rot?
Shall love, in building, grow fo ruinate ?

did wed my fisier for her wealth, Then for her wealth's fake use her with more kind. ness;


Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;

Muslle your false love with some thew of blindness; Let not my sister read it in your eye ;

Be not thy tongue thy own thame's orator;
Look sweet, speak fair ; become dilloyalty:

Apparel vice, like virtue's harbinger ;
Bear a fair presence, tho' your heart be tainted:

Teach fin the carriage of a holy faint;
Be secret false: what need the be acquainted ?

What simple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed,

And let her read it in thy looks at board : Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed ;

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word : Alas, poor women ! make us but believe,

Being compact of credit, that you love us ; Tho others have the arm, shew us the fleeve :

We in your motion turn, and you inay move us. Then, gentle brother, get you in again;

Comfort my filter, chear her, call her wife; 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain,

When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. S. Ant. Sweet mistress (what your name is elfe, I

Nor by what wonder you do hit of inine), [know not; Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not

Than our earth’s wonder, more than earth divine. Teach me dear creature, how to think and speak;

Lay open to my earthy gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,

The foulded meaning of your words’ deceit; Against my soul's pure truth why labour you,

To make it wander in an unknown field ! Are you a God ? would you create me new ?

Transform me then, and to your pow'r I'll yield. But if that I am I, then well I know,

Your weeping sister is no wife of mine ; .
Nor to her homage do I owe ;

Far more, far more, to you do I decline.
Oh, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,

To drown me in thy fister's flood of tears;
Sing, Syren, for thyfelf, and I will doat;
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,

And And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie:

And in that glorious fuppofition * think,
He gains by death, that hath such means to die;

Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink.
Luc. What, are you mad, that you do reason so ?
S. Ant. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
S. Ant. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear

your sight. S. Ant. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on

Luc. Why call you me love ? call my fifter fo.
S. Ant. Thy fister's fifter.
Luc. That's my

S. Ant. No;
It is thyself, mine own self's better part :
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim,
My fole earth’s heaven, and my heaven's claim.

Luc. All this iny sister is, or else should be.

S. Ant. Call thyself fister, sweet; for I mean thee:
Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life ;
Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.
Give me thy hand.

Luc. Oh, foft, Sir, hold you still;
I'll fetch my sister, to get her good-will.

[Exit. Luciana. SCENE III. Enter Dromio of Syracuse. S. Ant. Why, how now, Dromio, where run'st thou so fast ?

S. Dro. Do you know me, Sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself?

S. Ant. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.

S. Dro. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and befides myself.

S. Ant What woman's man? and how befides thyfelf? S. Dro. Marry, Sir, besides myself; I am due to a * Suppofition, for the thing lain open.


woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, une that will have me.

S. int. What claim lays she to thee?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, such a claim as you would lay to your horfe ; and she would have me as a beait: not that, I being a beast, she would have 'me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.

S. Ant. What is the ?

S. Dro. A very reverend body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he lay, Sir reverence: I have but lean luck in the match; and yet is the a wondrous fat marriage.

S. Ant. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage ?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all grease ; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant her rags and the tallow in them, will burn a Lapland winter: if the lives till doomsday, The'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

S. Ant. What complexion is the of?

S. Dro. Swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; for why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.

S. Ant. That's a fault that water will mend.

S. Dro. No, Sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.

S. Ant. What's her name?

S. Dro. Nell, Sir ;-but her name and three quarters (that is, an ell and three quarters) will not measure her from hip to hip.

S. Ant. Then she bears some breadth ?

S. Dro. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe: I could find out countries in her.

S. Ant. In what part of her body stands Ireland ?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs.

S. Ant. Where Scotland ?

S. Dro. I found it out by the barrenness, hard in the palm of her hand. S. Ant. Where France ?

S. Dre.

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