That floated with thee on the fatal raft. Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I, 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. you 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, E. Ant. Thefe ducats pawn I for my father here. Το 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; Twenty-five years have I but gone in travel The Duke, my husband, and my children both, Go to a goflip's feaft and gaude with me. Duke. With all my heart, I'll goffsip at this feaft, [Exeunt. 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: 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. [Exeunt. 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; Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cypher, With one We thank you, many thousands more Leo. Stay your thanks a while, Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow: I'm queftion'd by my fears, of what may chance 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, Leo. Tongue-ty'd our Queen, fpeak you. : Her. I had thought, Sir, to've held my peace, until The bygone day proclaim'd; fay this to him, 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, 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, Pol. Your gueft then, Madam. To be your prifoner, fhould import offending; Than you to punith. Her. |