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That floated with thee on the fatal raft.

Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I,
And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;
But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth
By force took Dromio and my fon from them,
And me they left with those of Epidamnum.
What then became of them I cannot tell;
1, to this fortune that you see me in.

Duke. Antipholis, thou cam'ft from Corinth first.
S. Ant. No, Sir, notl; I came from Syracuse.
Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
E. Ant. I came from Corinth, my most gracious

Lord. E. Dro. And I with him. E. Ant. Brought to this town by that most famous

warrior,
Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.

Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
S. Ant. I, gentle mistress.
Adr. And are not you my

husband ? Ę. Ant. No, I say Nay to that.

S. Ant. And so do I, yet she did call ine fo:
And this fair gentlewoman, her fifter here,
Did call me brother. What I told you then,
I hope I shall have leisure to make good,
If this be not a dream I see and hear.

Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me.
S. Ant. I think it be, Sir, I deny it not.
E. Ant. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me.
Ang. I think I did, Sir; I deny it not.

Adr. I sent you money, Sir, to be your bail,
By Dromio ; but, I think, he brought it not.
E. Dro. No, none by me.

S. Ant. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you,
And Dromio my man did bring them me;
I see, we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta’en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these errors all arose.
E. Ant. These ducats pawn I for my

father here.
Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
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E. Ant.

E. Ant. There, take it ; and much thanks for my

good cheer. Abb. Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To

go with us into the abbey here,
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes;
And all that are assembled in this place,
That by this sympathized one day's error
Have fúffer'd wrong; go, keep us company,
And

ye

shall have full fatisfaction. Twenty-five years have I but gone in travel Of you my sons; nor, till this present hour, My heavy burdens are delivered. The Duke, my husband, and my children both, And you the calendars of their nativity, Go to a goflıp's feast and gaude with me. After so long grief such nativity! Duke. With all my heart, l'll gossip at this feaft,

[Exeunt.

S CEN E VIII. Manent the two Antipholis's, and two Dromio's. S. Dro. Master shall I fetch your stuff from ship

board ? E. Ant. Dromio, what stuff of mine halt thou im

barkd ? S. Dro. Your goods, that lay at host, Sir, in the

Centaur. S. Ant. He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio. Come, go with us, we'll look to that anon: Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.

[Exeunt Antipholis S. and E. S. Dro. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner. She now shall be my fiiter, not my

wife. E. Dro. Methinks you are my glass, and pot my

brother. I see by you I am a sweet-face'd youth : Will you walk in to see their gosliping?

S. Dro. Not I, Sir; you're my elder.

E. Dro. That's a question. How fhall I try it?

S. Dre.

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S. Dro. We'll draw cuts for the senior.
Till then, lead thou first.
E. Dro. Nay, then thus-

[Embracing. We came into the world, like brother and brother; And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

[Exeunt.

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maka o!! hearts fresh they that went on crutches ere he nx born, Jefire yet their life to see him a man.

rob. Wouli they else be content to die?

Cr”. Yes, if there were no other excuse why they fhoul} defire to live.

ck. If the King had no fon, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

SCENE II. Opens to the presence. Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, and

attendants. Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry ftar hath been (The ihepherd's note *) fince we have left our throne Without a burthen: time as long again Would be fiil'd up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we thould, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cypher, Yet itanding in rich place, I multiply With one li e thank you, many thousands more That

go

before it. Leo. Stay your thanks a while, And pay them when you part.

Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow: I'm queftion'd by my fears, of what may chance Or breed upon our absence; may there blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, “ This is put forth too truly.” Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty.

Leo. We are tougher, brother,
Than

you can put us to't.
Pol. No longer stay.
Leo. One sev'n-night longer.
Pol. Very footh, to-morrow.

Leo. We'll part the time between's then: and in that I'll no gain-laying,

Pol. Press me not, ’beseech you, so ; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' th’ world, So soon as your's could win me: so it should now, Were there necessity in your request, altho 'Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs

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Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you a charge and trouble : to save both,
Farewel, our brother.

Leo. Tongue-ty'd our Queen, speak you.

Her. I had thought, Sir, to've held my peaee, until
You'ad drawn oaths from him not to stay : you, Sir,
Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure,
All in Bithynia's well: this satisfaction
The bygone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

Leo. Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong;
But let him say so then, and let him go ;
But let him fwear so, and he thall not itay;
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure [T. Pol.
The borrow of a week. When at Bithynia
You take my Lord, I'll give you my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the geit
Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good heed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o'th' clock behind
What lady she her lord. You'll stay?

Pol. No, Madam.
Her. Nay, but you will.
Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. Verily?
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Tho'you would seek t'unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should yet say, “ Sir, no going : verily,
“ You shall not go;" a Lady's verily is
As potent as a Lord's. . Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest? so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks. How fay

you?

My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
One of them

you

shall be.
Pol. Your guest then, Madam.
To be your prisoner, should import offending ;
Which is for me leís easy to comunit,
Than you to puniin.

Her.

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