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A PUBLIC PLACE.
And this it was,-for other means was none, Duke. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have The sailors sought for safety by our boat,
mark'd And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us : To bear the extremity of dire mishap! My wife, more careful for the latter-born, Now, trust me, were it not against our laws, Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast, Against my crown, my oath, my dignity, Such as sea-faring men provide for storms; Which princes, would they, may not disanna), To him one of the other twins was bound, My soul should sue as advocate for thee. Whilst I had been like heedful of the other. But, though thou art adjudged to the death, The children thus dispos'd, my wife and I, And passed sentence may not be recall’d, Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd, But to our honour's great disparagement, Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast;
Yet will I favour thee in what I can: And floating straight, obedient to the stream, Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day, Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought. To seek thy help by beneficial help: At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,
Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus; Dispers'd those vapours that offended us;
Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum, Aud, by the benefit of his wish'd light,
And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die :: The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered
Gaoler, take him to thy custody. Two ships from far making amain to us,
Gaol. I will, my lord. Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this :
Æge. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Ægeon wend, But ere they came,-0, let me say no more ! But to procrastinate his lifeless end. [exeunt. Gather the sequel by what went before.
Duke. Nay, forward, old man, do not break off Enter Antipholus and Dromio of Syrucuse, and a For we may pity, though not pardon thee. (so ;
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
Is apprehended for arrival here;
And, not being able to buy out his life, Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst, According to the statute of the town, So that, in this unjust divorce of us,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west. Fortune had left to both of us alike
There is your money that I had to keep. [host, What to delight in, what to sorrow for.
Ant. S. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee. With lesser weight, but not with lesser woe, Within this hour it will be dinner-time; Was carried with more speed before the wind; Till that, I'll view the manners of the town, And in our sight they three were taken up Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings, By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.
And then return, and sleep within mine inn; At length, another ship had seiz'd on us;
For with long travel I am stiff and weary. And, knowing whom it was their hap to save,
(word, Gave helpful welcome to their shipwreck'd guests; Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your And would have rest the fishers of their prey, And go indeed, having so good a mean. [exit. Had not their bark been very slow of sail,
Ant. S. A trusty villain, sir; that very oft, And therefore homeward did they bend their When I am dull with care and melancholy,
Lightens my humour with his merry jests. Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss; What, will you walk with me about the town, That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd, And then go to my inn, and dine with me? To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, Duhe. And, for the sake of them thou sorrowest Of whom I hope to make much benefit; Do me the favour to diate at full
[fur, I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock, What hath befall’n of them, and thee, till now. Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
Æge. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, And afterwards consort you till bed-time; At eighteen years became inquisitive
My present business calls me from you now. After his brother; and importun'd me,
Ant. S. Farewell, till then: I will go lose mysell, That his attendant (for his case was like, And wander up and down, to view the city. Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name), Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. Might bear him company in the quest of him :
(erit. Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see,
Ant. S. He that commends me to mine own I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd.
Commends me to the thing I cannot get. [content, Five sammers have I spent in furthest Greece, I to the world am like a drop of water, Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia, That in the occan seeks another drop; And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus; Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unsought, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself : Or that, or any place that harbours men. So I, to find a mother and a brother, But here must end the story of my life;
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. And bappy were I in my timely death,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus. Could ali my travels warrant ine they live. Here comes the almanack of my true date,
Get tbeo away.
What now? How chance, thou art return'd so Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from
the mart Dro E. Return'd so soon? rather approach'd Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinnes; The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit; My mistress, and her sister, stay for you." The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell, Ant. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me, My mistress made it one upon my cheek;
In what safe place you have bestow'd my money; She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours, The meat is cold, because you come not home; That stands on tricks, when I am undisposd : You come not home, because you have no stomach ; | Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me? You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my pate, But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, Are penitent for your default to-day. [pray; But not a thousand marks between you both.
Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir; tell me this, I | If I should pay your worship those again, Where have you left the money that I gave you? Perchance, you will not bear them patiently. Dro. E. 0,-sixpence that I had o'Wednesday Ant. S. Thy mistress? marks! what mistress, last,
slave, hast thou ? pay the saddler for my mistress'crupper? Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.
the Phenis; Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now: She that doth fast, till you come home to dipper, Tell me, and dally not, where is the money ? And
prays, that you will hie you home to dinuer. We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout qe thus unto my So great a charge from thine own custody?
face, Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. I from my mistress came to you in post; [dinner : Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for God's sake, If I return, I shall be post indeed ;
hold your hands; For she will score your fault upon my pate. Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [exit. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, clock,
The villain is o'er-raught of all my money. And strike you bome without a messenger..
They say, this town is full of cozenage ; Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye, , out of season;
Dark-working surcerers, that change the mind, Reserve them till a merrier hour than this: Soul-killing witches, that deform the body; Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, Dro. E. To me, sir ? why you gave no gold to And many such like liberties of sin :
[foolishness, If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slaye; And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. I greatly fear, my money is not safe. [exito
Are masters to their females, and their lords.
Then let your will attend on their accords. Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return'd, Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. That in such haste I sent to seek his master! Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
Adr. But, were you wedded, you would beas Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him,
some sway. And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret:
Adr. How if your husband start some other A man is master of his liberty;
where? Time is their master; and, when they see time, Luc. Till be come home again, I would forbear. They'll go, or come: If so, be patient, sister. Adr. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be
They can be meek, that have no other cause. Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; Luc. 0, know, he is the bridle of your will. But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so. As much, or more, we should ourselves complain: Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee,
With urging helpless patience would'st relieve me: There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, But, if thou live to see like right bereft, But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try ;Are their males' subject, and at their controls : Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh Men, more divine, the masters of all these,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus. Lords of the wide world, and wild wat’ry seas, Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? Indued with intellectual sense and souls,
Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and Of inore pre-eminence than fish and fowls, that my two ears can witness,
SCENE II. THE SAME.
• Adr. Say, didst thou speak, with him ? know'st Sister, you know, he promis'd me a
e a chain ; thou his mind ? I 019
[ear: Would that alone, alone he would detain, , Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine So he would keep fair quarter with his bed ! Besbrew his band, I scarce could understand it. I see, the jewel, best enamelled,
Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou could'st not Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, feel his meaning ?: t: soort', sto
That others touch, yet often touching will Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could Wear gold ; and so no man, that hath a name, too well feel his blows ; and withal so doubtfully, But falsehood and corruption doth it shame. that I could scarce understand them.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, Adr. But say, I prythee, is he coming home? I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. It seems, he hath great care to please his wife. Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is
[exeunt. horn-mad. Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain ?
Enter Antipholus of Syracuse. Dro. E. I mcan not cuckold-mad; but, sure, Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up he's stark-mades
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slavc When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out. He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold : By computation, and mine host's report, will 'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; My gold, quoth he : I could not speak with Dromio, since at first Your meat doth burn, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: I sent him from the mart: see, here he comes. ? Will you come home? quoth I: My gold, quoth he:
Enter Dromio of Syracuse. Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, vilain ? How now, sir ? is your merry humour alter'd ? The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he: As you love strokes, so jest with me again. My mistress, sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress / You know no Centaur? you receiv'd no gold? I know not thy mistréss's out on thy mistress / Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? Luc. Quoth' who?
My house was at the Phænix? Wast thou mad, Dro. E. Quoth my master
That thus so madly, thou didst answer me? I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress ;- Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
such a word ? I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders ; Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
hour since. Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me home.' oi! este riid 1, [home?
hence, sia Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. For God's sakė, send some other messenger.
Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny tho gold's Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy head across.
receipt; Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; Between you I shall have a holy head. [beating: For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas’d. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy master Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry home. 2014
[me, vein: Dro. E. Am I 80 round with you, as you with What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell That like a football you do spurn me thus ?
i me. You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me bither: Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in If I last in this service, you must case me in the teeth ? leather. dag?
[cxit. Think'st thou, I jcst? Hold, take thou that, and Luc. Pie, how impatience loy'reth in your face!
[beats him. Adr. His compaty must do his minions grace, Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now your Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
jest is earnest : Hath homely age the alluring beauty took Upon what bargain do you give it me? From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it : Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimo Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit? Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Your sauciness will jest upon my love, Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard, And make a common of my serious hours. Do their gay vestments his affections bait ? When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport That's not my fault, he's master of my state : But creep in cranvies, when he hides his beams What ruins are in me, that can be found
If you will jest with me,
my aspect, By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground And fashion your demcanour to my looks, Of my defeatures : my decaycd fair
Or I will beat this method in your sconce. A sunny look of his would soon repair :
Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
leave battering, I would rather have it a head : And feeds from home ; poor I am but his stale. an you use these blows long, I must get a sconce
Luc. Self-harming jealousy!-fie, beat it hence. for my head, and insconce it too; or else I shall Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, dispense.
why am I beaten? I know his eye doth homage otherwhere :
Ant. S. Dost thou not know ? Or else, what lets it but he would be here? Dro. S. Nothing, sir; but that I am beaten,
Ant. S. Shall I tell you why?
Ant. S. But your reason was Lot substantia, Vro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for, they say, why there is no time to recover. overy why hath a wherefore.
Dro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, Ånt. S. Why, first,—for flouting me; and and therefore, to the world's end, will have bald then, wherefore,
followers. For urging it the second time to me.
Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion : Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten | But soft! who wafts us yonder ? out of season?
Enter Adriana, and Luciana. When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and rhyine por reason
frown; Well, sir, I thank you.
Some other mistress bath thy sweet aspécts, Ant. S. Thank me, sir ? for what?
I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something, that the time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st you gave me for nothing.
Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you That never words were music to thine ear, nothing for something. But say, sir, is it din- That never object pleasing in thine eye, ner-time?
That never touch well-welcome to thy hand, Dro. S. No, sir; I think the meat wants that That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste, I have.
Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee. Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that? How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes Dro. S. Basting.
That thou art then estranged from thyself? [it, Ant. S. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
Am better than thy dear self's better part. Dro. S. Lest it make you choleric, and pur- Ab, du not tear away thyself from me; chase me another dry basting.
For, know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall Ant.' S. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time; A drop of water in the breaking gulf, there's a time for all things.
And take unmingled thence that drop again Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you Without addition or diminishing, were so choleric.
As take from me thyself, and not me too. Ant. S. By what rule, sir?
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ? plain bald pate of father Time himself.
And that this body, consecrate to thee, Ant. S. Let's hear it.
By ruffian lust should be contaminate? Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover Would'st thou not spit at me, and spurn at me, his hair, that grows bald by nature.
and hurl the name of husband in my face, Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery? And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow,
Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for his peruke, and And from my false hand cut the wedding ring, recover the lost hair of another man.
And break it with a deep-divoring vow ? Ant. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do ito being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement ? I am possess'd with an adulterate blot ;
Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he be- My blood is mingled with the crime of lust : stows on beasts: and what he hath scanted men For, if we two be one, and thou play false, in hair, he hath given them in wit.
I do digest the poison of thy flesh, Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man hath Being strumpeted by thy contagion. more hair than wit.
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured. wit to lose his hair.
Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude bairy men plain dealers without wit.
In Ephesus I am but two hours old, Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost : As strange unto your town, as to your talk; yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.
Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd, Ant. S. For what reason ?
Want wit in all one word to understand. Dro. S. For two; and sound ones, too.
Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang: Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.
with you! Dro. S. Sure ones, then.
When were you wont to use my sister thus? Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing ? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Dro. s. Certain ones then.
Ant. S. By Dromio? Ant. S. Name them,
Dro. S. By me? Dro. S. The one, to save the money that he Adr. By thee : and this thou didst return from spends in tiring ; the other, that at dinner they
him, should not drop in his porridge.
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows, Ant. S. You would all this time have proved, Denied my house for his, me for his wife. there is no time for all things.
Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gene Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir ; namely, no time
tlewoman? to secover hair lost by nature,
W Zat is the course and drift of your compact?
Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her till this time. Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st Ant. S. Villain, thou liest ; for even her very
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
sot? Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. Dro. S. I'am transformed, master, am not I? Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our Ant. S. I think, thou art, in mind, and so
names, Unless it be by inspiration ?
Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity,
my shape. To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
Ant. Š. Thou hast thine own forn. A betting him to thwart me in my mood ?
Dro. S. No, I am an ape. Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt
Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Dro. S. 'Tis true sbe rides me, and I long for Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine ;
grass. Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, Makes me with thy strength to communicate : But I should know her, as well as she knows me. If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss ;
To put the finger in the eye and weep, Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Whilst man and master laughs my woes to scorn.Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion. Come, sir, to disiner; Dromio, keep the gate :Ant. S. To me she speaks ; she moves me for Husband, p'll dine above with you to-day, her theme :
And shrive you of a thousand idle prauks :What, was I married to her in my dream ? Sirrah, if any ask you for your master, Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter. What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? Come, sister :-Dromio, play the porter well. Until I know this sure uncertainty,
Ant. S. Am I in carth, in heaven, or in hell? I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
Sleeping, or waking? mad, or well-advis'd ? Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd! dinner.
I'll say as they say, and perséver so, Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a And in this mist at all adventures go. sinner.
Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate ? This is the fairy land ;-0, spite of spites ! Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites;
pate. If we obey them not, this will ensue,
Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
(cxeunt. ACT III.
Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar : pray Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of Ephesus, God, our cheer Angelo, and Balthazar.
May answer my good will, and your good walAnt. E, Good signior Angelo, you must excuse
come here. us all;
Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your My wife is sbrewish, when I keep not hours:
welcome dear. Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop,
Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, cither at flesh or To see the making of her carkanet,
fish, And that to-morrow you will bring it home. A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty But here's a villain, that would face ine down
dish. He met me on the mart; and that I beat him, Bal. Good meat, sir, is common; that every And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold;
churl affords. And that I did deny my wife and house :
Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's Thou drunkard, thou, what did'st thou mean by nothing but words. this?
Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a Dro. E. Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know :
Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand sparing guest : to show:
But though my cates be mean, take them in good If the skin were parchment, and the blows you part; gave were ink,
Better cheer may you have, but not with better Your own band-writing would tell you what I
heart. Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass. [think. | But, soft; my door is lock’d; gobid them let us in. Dro. E. Marry, so it doth appear
Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.
Jen ! I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that Dro. S. [within.] Mome, malt-horse, capon, pass, (ass. coxcomb, idiot, patch !
shatch: You would keep from my heels, and beware of an Either get thee from the door, or sit down ut :be
SCENE I. THE SAME.