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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 thofe of Epidamnum.
What then became of them I cannot tell;
I, to this fortune that you fee me in.

Duke. Antipholis, thou cam'ft from Corinth firft. S. Ant. No, Sir, not I; I came from Syracufe. Duke. Stay, ftand 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?

E. Ant. No, I say Nay to that.

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S. Ant. And fo do I, yet fhe did call me fo: And this fair gentlewoman, her fifter here, Did call me brother. What I told you then, I hope I fhall have leisure to make good, If this be not a dream I fee and hear. Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which 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 fent you money, Sir, to be your By Dromio; but, I think, he brought it not. E. Dro. No, none by me.

bail,

S. Ant. This purfe of ducats I receiv'd from you,
And Dromio my man did bring them me;
I fee, we ftill 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. Thefe ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. It fhall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
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E. Ant. There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.

Abb. Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains go with us into the abbey here,

And hear at large difcourfed all our fortunes;
And all that are affembled in this place,
That by this fympathized one day's error
Have fuffer'd wrong; go, keep us company,
And ye fhall have full fatisfaction.

Twenty-five years have I but gone in travel
Of you my fons; 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 goflip's feaft and gaude with me.
After fo long grief fuch nativity!

Duke. With all my heart, I'll goffsip at this feaft,

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Manent the two Antipholis's, and two Dromio's.

S. Dro. Mafter fhall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?

E. Ant. Dromio, what stuff of mine haft thou im

bark'd?

S. Dro. Your goods, that lay at hoft, Sir, in the Centaur.

S. Ant. He fpeaks 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 mafter's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner.

She now fhall be my filter, not my wife.

E. Dro. Methinks you are my glafs, and not my brother.

I fee by you I am a fweet-face'd youth:
Will you walk in to fee their goffiping?
S. Dro. Not I, Sir; you're my elder.
E. Dro. That's a question.

How fhall I try it?

S. Dre.

S. Dro. We'll draw cuts for the fenior.

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.

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makes old hearts fresh they that went on crutches ere he was born, defire yet their life to fee him a man.

Arch. Would they elfe be content to die?

Can. Yes, if there were no other excuse why they fhould defire to live.

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

SCENE II. Opens to the prefence.

Enter Leontes, Hermione, Mamillius, Polixenes, and

attendants.

Pal. Nine changes of the wat'ry ftar hath been (The fhepherd's note *) fince we have left our throne Without a burthen: time as long again

Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we thould, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cypher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply

With one We 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 fneaping winds at home, to make us fay,
"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 fev'n-night longer.

Pol. Very footh, to-morrow.

Leo. We'll part the time between's then: and in that

I'll no gain-faying.

Pol. Prefs me not, 'befeech you, fo;

There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' th' world, So foon as your's could win me: fo it fhould now, Were there neceffity in your request, altho'

'Twere needful I deny'd it. My affairs

i. e. I ufe the fhepherd's reckoning.

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 fave both,
Farewel, our brother.

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

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Her. I had thought, Sir, to've held my peace, until
You'ad drawn oaths from him not to stay you, Sir,
Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are fure,
All in Bithynia's well: this fatisfaction

The bygone day proclaim'd; fay this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

Leo. Well faid, Hermione.

[To Pol.

Her. To tell, he longs to fee his fon, were strong; But let him fay fo then, and let him go; But let him fwear fo, and he fhall not ftay; We'll thwack him hence with diftaffs. Yet of your royal prefence I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bithynia You take my Lord, I'll give you my commiffion, To let him there a month, behind the geft Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good heed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' th' clock behind What lady fhe 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 feek t'unfphere the ftars with oaths,
Should yet fay," Sir, no going: verily,
"You fhall not go;" a Lady's verily is
As potent as a Lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prifoner,

Not like a guest? fo you fhall pay your fees,

When you depart, and fave your thanks. How fay you?

My prifoner? or my gueft? by your dread verily,
One of them you fhall be.

Pol. Your gueft then, Madam.

To be your prifoner, fhould import offending;
Which is for me lefs eafy to commit,

Than you to punith.

Her.

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