Ant. S. Farewell till then. I will go lose myself, And wander up and down, to view the city. Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. [Exit Merchant. Ant. S. He that commends me to my own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water, That in the ocean seeks another drop; Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds1 himself. So I, to find a mother, and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. Enter DROMIO of Ephesus. Here comes the almanac of my true date.2- late. The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit; The meat is cold, because you come not home: Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir; tell me this, I pray; To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ;- Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humor now. 1 Confounded, here, does not signify destroyed, as Malone asserts; but overwhelmed, mixed confusedly together, lost. 2 They were both born in the same hour, and therefore the date of Dromio's birth ascertains that of his master. We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner. I from my mistress come to you in post; If I return, I shall be post indeed; For she will score your fault upon my pate. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock,1 And strike you home without a messenger. Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season; Reserve them till a merrier hour than this. Dro. E. To me, sir? why you gave no gold to me. Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness, And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge. Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner. Ant. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me, Ant. S. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, hast thou? Dro. E. Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix ; She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. And 1 The old copy reads cook. The emendation is Pope's. 2 So in Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1:-"Why does he suffer this rude knave to knock him about the sconce ?" Sconce also signified a fortification, commonly round, as well as the human head. Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. [Strikes him. Dro. E. What mean you, sir? For God's sake, hold your hands; Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [Exit DROMIO E. Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, The villain is o'er-raught1 of all my money. They say, this town is full of cozenage;2 As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye; Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind; Soul-killing witches, that deform the body; Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, And many such like liberties of sin.3 If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave; I greatly fear my money is not safe. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. A public Place. Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave returned, That in such haste I sent to seek his master! Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock. Luc. Perhaps some merchant hath invited him, And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret. A man is master of his liberty; 1 i. e. overreached. 2 This was the character which the ancients gave of Ephesus. Time is their master; and when they see time, Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. sway. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Adr. How if your husband start some other where? They can be meek, that have no other cause.3 But were we burdened with like weight of pain, Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try. 1 Steevens proposes to read leashed, i. e. coupled. 2 To pause is to rest, to be quiet. 3 i. e. no cause to be otherwise. Enter DROMIO of Ephesus. Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him? Know'st thou his mind? Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear. Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning? Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that I could scarce understand them. Adr. But say, I pr'ythee, is he coming home? It seems he hath great care to please his wife. Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is hornmad. Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain? Dro. E. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, he's stark mad. When I desired him to come home to dinner, Dro. E. Quoth my master. I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress ;- I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders; For, in conclusion, he did beat me there. Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home. 1 Home is not in the old copy: it was supplied, to complete the verse, by Capell. |