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Luce. Have at you with another; that's,-- | Be ruld by me; depart in patience,
And let us to the Tiger all to dinner: Dro. 8. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, And, about evening, come yourself alone, thou hast apswer'd him well.
To know the reason of this strange restraint. Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion ? you'll let If by strong hand you offer to break in, us in, I hope?
Now in the stirring passage of the day, Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.
A vulgar comment will be made on it; Dro. S. And you said, no.
And that supposed by the common rout Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there Against your yet ungalled estimation, was blow for blow.
That may with foul intrusion enter in, Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.
And dwell upon your grave when you are Luce. Can you tell for whose sake?
For slander lives upon succession; [dead: Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard. For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession. Luce. Let him knock till it ake.
Ant. E. You have prevaild; I will depart Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat
in quiet, the door down.
And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry. Cuce. What needs all that, and a pair of I know a wench of excellent discourse, stocks in the town?
Pretty and witty ; wild, and, yet too, gentle;Adr. [Within.) Who is that at the door, that There will we dine: this woman that I mean, keeps all this noise?
My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) Dro. $. By my troth, your town is troubled Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal; with unruly boys.
To her will we to dinner.-Get you home, Ant. E. Are you there wife? you might have And fetch the chain ; by this, I know, 'tis come before.
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine; (made: Adr. Your wife, Sir knave! go, get you from For there's the house; that chain will I bestow the door.
(Be it for nothing but to spite my wife,) Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this Upon mine hostess there: good Sir, make knave would go sore.
hoste : Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor wel. Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
come; we would fain have either. I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part* with neither.
Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid
hence. them welcome hither.
Ant. E. Do so; This jest shall cost me some Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that
expense. we cannot get in. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your
SCENE II.-The same. garments were thin.
Enter LUCIANA, and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Your cake here is warm within; you stand
Luc. And may it be that you have quite for. here in the cold :
got It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so
A husband's office ? shall, Antipholus, hate, bought and sold.t Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs
rot? ope the gate. Dro. s. Break any breaking here, and I'll If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate? break your knave's pate.
Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with Dro. E. A man may break a word with you,
more kindness : Sir; and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it Or, if you
like elsewhere, do it by stealth ;
Mufile your false love with some show of not behind. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Let not my sister read it in your eye;
blindness : Out upon thee, hind! Dro. E. Here's too inuch, out upon thee! I Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; pray thee, let me in. Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, Bear a fair presence, though your heart be
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger: and fish have no fin.
tainted; Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; [ed?
Be secret-false: What need she be acquaintDro. E. A crow without a feather; master,
What simple thief brags of his own attaint? mean you so?
[a feather: "Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed, For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;
And let her read it in thy looks at board: together.
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron Alas, poor women! make us but believe, Bal. Have patience, Sir; 0, let it not be so; Though others have the arm, show us the
Being compact of credit, that you love us; Herein you war against your reputation,
sleeve; And draw within the compass of suspect We in your motion turn, and you may more The unviolated honour of your wife.
(us. Once this,-- Your long experience of her wis- Then, gentle brother, get you in again; Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,, [dom, "Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wite: Plead on her part some cause to you unknown
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers And doubt not, Sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against
* By this time. you,
+ Lore-springs are young plants or shoots of love. * Have part + A proverbial phrase.
1 1. e. Being made altogether of credulity. I I. c. Made fast.
Vain, is light of tongue.
Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is Dro. S. Marry, Sir, besides myself, I am due else, I know not,
to a woman; one that claims me, one that Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,) haunts me, one that will have me. Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee? show not,
[divine. Dro. S. Marry, Sir, such claim as you would Than our earth's wonder; more than earth lay to your horse'; and she would have me as a Teach me, dear creature, how to think and beast; not that, I being a beast, she would have speak;
me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, Lay open to my earthy gross conceit, lays claim to me. Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, Ant. S. What is she?
The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a Against my soul's pure truth why labour you, one as a man may not speak of, without he say,
To make it wander in an unknown field? sir-reverence: I have but lean luck in the Are you a god? would you create me new? match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage ?
Transform me then, and to your power I'll Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage? But if that I am I, then well I know, . [yield. Dro. S. Marry, Sir, she's the kitchen-wench,
Your weeping sister is no wife of mine, and all grease: and I know not what use to Nor to her bed no homage do I owe;
put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run Far more, far more, to you do I decline. from her by her own light. I warrant, her (), train me not, sweet mermaid,* with thy rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Ponote,
land winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears; burn a week longer than the whole world. Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote:
Ant. S. What complexion is she of? Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden Dro. S. Swart,* like my shoe, but her face hairs,
nothing like so clean kept; For why? she And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie;
man may go over shoes in the grime And, in that glorious supposition, think
of it. He gains by death, that hath such means to Ant. S. That's a fault that water will mend. die:
Dro. S. No, Sir, 'tis in grain ; Noah's flood Let love, being light, be drowned if she sluk! could not do it. Luc. What, are you mad, that you do reason Ant. S. What's her name? so?
Dro. S. Nell, Sir;-but her name and three Ant. S. Not mad, but mated ;t how, I do quarters, that is, an 'ell and three quarters, will not know.
not measure her from hip to hip. Luc. It is a fault that spriogeth from your Ant. S. Then she bears some breadth ? eye.
Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than Ant. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sún, from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; being by.
I could find out countries in her. Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireclear your sight.
land ? Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look Dro. S. Marry, Sir, in her buttocks; I found on night.
it out by the bogs. Luc. Why call you me love ? call my sister Ant. S. Where Scotland ?
Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness : hard, in Ant. S. Thy sister's sister.
the palm of the hand. Luc. That's my sister.
Ant. S. Where France ? Ant. S. No;
Dro. S. In her forehead; arm’d and revertIt is thyself, mine own self's better part; ed, making war against her hair. Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer Ant. S. Where England ? heart;
(aim, Dro. S. I look'd for the chalky cliffs, but I My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's could find no whiteness in them: but I guess, Ny sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim. it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran
Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be. between France and it. Ant. S. Call thyself sister, sweet, for I aim Ant. S. Where Spain? thee:
Dre. S. Faith, I saw it not ; ! ut I felt it, hot Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life; in her breath. Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife: Ant. S. Where America, the Indies ? Give me thy hand.
Dro. S. O, Sir, upon her nose, all o'er emLuc. O soft, Sir, hold you still;
hellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will. declining their rich aspect to the hot breath
[Exit Luc. of Spain; who sent whole armadas of carrackst
to be ballast to her nose. Enter, from the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus,
Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the NetherDROMIO of Syrucuse.
Dro. S. O, Sir, I did not look so low. To Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio ? where conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim run'st thou so fast ?
to me; called me Dromio ; swore, I was asDro. S. Do you know me, Sir? am I Dro- sur'di to her; told me what privy marks I had mio? am I your man? am I myself?
about me, as the mark on my shoulder, the Ant. S. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, mole in my neck, the great wart on my left thou art thyself.
arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: Dro. S. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and, I think, if my breast bad not been made and besides myself.
of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transAnt. S. What woman's man? and how be- formed me to a curtail-dog, and made me turn sides thyself?
+ Large ships. Mermaid for siren. + I. e. Confounded.
| A turn-spit. Qg
Art. 8. Go, bie thee prosently, post to the | Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and DROMO of road;
Ephesus. And if the wind blow any way from shore,
Offi. That labour may you save; see where I will not harbour in this town to-night.
he comes. If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, Where I will walk, till thou return to me. If every one know us, and we know none,
And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow "Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be Among my wife and her confederates, gone.
For locking me out of my doors by day.-Dro. S. As from bear a man would run for But soft, I see the goldsmith :-get thee gone ; life,
Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me. So fly I from her that would be my wife.
Dro. E. I buy a thousand pound a year! I [Erit. buy a rope !
(Exit DROMIO. Ant. S. There's none but witches do inbabit
Ant. E. A man is well holp up, that trusts here;
to you: And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence. I promised your presence, and the chain; She, that doth call me husband, even my soul But neither chain, nor goldsmith, came to me: Doth for a wife abhor: but her fair sister,
Belike, you thought our love would last too Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
long, Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
If it were chain’d together; and therefore Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
came not. But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
Ang. Saving your merry bumour, here's the I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.
(carrat; How much your chain weighs to the utmost Enter ANGELO.
The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion; Ang. Master Antipholus ?
Which doth amount to three old ducats more Ant. S. Ay, that's my name.
That I stand debted to this gentleman;. Ang. I know it well, Sir: Lo, here is the pray you, see him presently discharg'd, chain;
For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it. I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine: Ant. E. I am not furnish'd with the present The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
money : Ant. S. What is your will, that I should do Besides, I have some business in the town: with this?
Good signior take the stranger to my house, Ang. What please yourself, Sir; I have And with you take the chain, and bid my wife made it for you.
Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof; Ant. S. Made it for me, Sir! I bespoke it Perchance, I will* be there as soon as you. not.
Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times yourself? you have :
Ant. E. No; bear it with you, lest I come Go home with it, and please your wife withal;
not time enough. And soon at supper-time I'll visit you,
Ang. Well, Sir, I will : Have you the chain And then receive my money for the chain.
about you? Ant. S. I pray you, Sir, receive the money
Ant. E. An if I have not, Sir, I hope you
have; For fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, more. Or else you may return without your money. Ang. You are a merry man, Sir; fare you
Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, Sir, give me well.
the chain; Ant. S. What I should think of this, I cannot Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
And I, to blame, have held him here too long. But this I think, there's no man is so vain,
Ant. E. Good lord, you use this dalliance, to That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain. I see, a man here needs not live by shifts,
Your breach of promise to the Porcupine: When in the streets he meets such golden gifts. I should have chid you for not bringing it, I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay; But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl. If any ship put out, then straight away. (Exit.
Mer. The lour steals on; I pray you, Sir,
despatch. ACT IV.
Ang. You hear, how he importunes me; the
chain SCENE I.-The same.
Ant. E. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch Enter a MERCHANT, Angelo, and an Officer.
Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you Mer. You know, since pentecost the sum is
Either send the chain, or send me by some And since I'have not much impórtun'd you; Ant. E. Fie! now you run this humour out Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
of breath :
(see it. To Persia, and want gilders* for my voyage : Come, where's the chain ? I pray you let me Therefore make present satisfaction,
Mer. My business cannot brook this dalOr I'll attach you by this officer.
liance; Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to Good Sir, say, whe'r you'll answer me, or no; Is growingt to me by Antipholus ; (you, if not, l'úl leave him to the officer. And, in the instant ibat I met with you,
Ant. E. l'answer you! What should I anHe had of me a chain; at five o'clock,
swer you? I shall receive the money for the same:
Ang. The money, that you owe me for the chain. Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house, Ant. E. I owe you none, till I receive the I will discharge my bond, and thank you too.
Ang. You know I gavo it you half an hour | What observation madst thou in this case, since.
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face ** Ant. E. You gave me none; you wrong me Luc. First, he denied you had in him no much to say so.
right. Ang. You wrong me more, Sir, in denying it; Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more Consider, how it stands upon my credit.
my spite. Mer. Well officer, arrest him at my suit. Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger Offi. I do; and charge you in the duke's name,
here. to obey me.
Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn Ang. This touches me in reputation :
he were. Either consent to pay this sum for me,
Luc. Then pleaded I for you. Or I attach you by this officer.
Adr. And what said he? Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had! Luc. That love I begg’d for you, be begg'd Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st.
Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him officer; Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy I would not spare my brother in this case,
love? If he should scorn me so apparently.
Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might Offi. I do arrest you, Sir; you hear the suit.
move. Ant. E. I do obey thee, till I give thee First, he did praise my beauty; then, my speech. bail :
Adr. Did'st speak him fair ? But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear Luc. Have patience, I beseech. As all the metal in your shop will answer. Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
Ang. Sir, Sir, I shall have law in Ephesus, My tongue, though not my heart, shall have To your notorious shame, I doubt it not.
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,t. Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
Ill-fac’d, worse-bodied, shapeless every where;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidam- Stigmatical in making, t worse in mind. num,
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a That stays but till her owner comes aboard, No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone. [one? And then, Sir, bears away: our fraughtage, * Adr. Ah! but I think him better than
And yet would herein others' eyes were I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitæ. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;} The ship is in her trim; the merry wind [all, My heart prays for him, though my tongue Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at
do curse. But for their owner, master, and yourself. Ant. E. How now! a madman! Why thou
Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. peevisht sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me? Dro. S. Here, go; the desk, the purse ; sweet Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waf
now, make haste. tage.
Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath ? Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for Dro. S. By running fast. a rope;
Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he And told thee to what purpose and what end.
well? Dro, S. You sent me, Sir, for a rope's end Dro. S. No, he's in tartar limbo, worse than
hell: You sent me to the bay, Sir, for a bark. A devil in an everlasting garment|| hath him Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more One, whose hard heart is button'd up with leisure,
A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough; (steel; And teach your ears to listen with more heed. A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight: A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one than Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
[lands; That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry, The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow There is a purse of ducats: let her send it; A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dryTell her, I am arrested in the street,
foot well; And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave; be one that, before the judgment, carries poor On, officer, to prison till it come. [gone.
souls to hell.[
Dro. s. I do not know the matter? he is Dro. S. To Adriana ! that is where he din'd,
'rested on the case. Where Dowsabel did claim me for her hus- Adr. What, is he arrested ? tell me, at whose band :
suit. She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arThither I must, although against my will,
rested, well; For servants must their master's minds fulfil. But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him,
that can I tell:
Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the SCENE 11.-The same.
money in the desk? Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA.
* An allusion to the redness of the northern lights, Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?
likened to the appearance of armies. Mightst thou perceive austerely in his eye # Dry, withered. That he did plead in earnest, yea or no? (ly? | Marked by nature with deformity.
Who crieth most where her nest is not. Look'd he or red, or pale; or sad, or merri
The officers in those days were clad in bufi, which is
also a cant expression for a man's skin. * Freight, cargo + Silly. Carriage, 1 Hell was the cant term for prison.
Adr. Go fetch it, sister. This I wonder at, breaks his band: one that thinks a man ali
[Exit LUCIANA. ways going to bed, and says, God give you That he, unknown to me, should be in debt: good rest. Tell me, was he arrested on a band ?"
Ant. S. Well, Sir, there rest in your foolery Dro. $. Not on a band, but on a stronger Is there any ship puts forth to-night ? may we thing;
be gone? A chain, a chain; do you not hear it ring i Dro. S. Why, Sir, I brought you word an Adr. What, the chain?
hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth Dro. S. No, no, the bell : 'tis time, that I to-night? and then were you hindered by the were gone.
sergeant, to tarry for the hoy, Delay: Here It was two ere I left him, and now the clock are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you. strikes one.
Ant. s. The fellow is distract, and so am I; Adr. The hours come back! that did I never And here we wander in illusions : hear.
Some blessed power deliver us from hence! Dro. S. O yes, If any hour meet a sergeant,
Enter a COURTEZAN. a'turus back for very fear. Adr. As if time were in debt! bow fondly Cour. Well met, well met, master Antidost thou reason?
pholus, Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes I see, Sir, you have found the goldsmith now;
more than he's worth to season. Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day? Nay, he's a thiet loo: Have you not heard men Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt say,
me not! That time comes stealing ou by night and day? Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan? If he be in debt, and theft, and a sergeant in Ant. S. It is the devil.
(day? Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light
wench; and thereof comes, that the wenches Enter Luciana.
say, God damn me, that's as much as to say, Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear God make me a light wench. It is written, they it straight;
appear to men like angels of light: light is an And bring thy master home immediately.- etlect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light Come, sister; I am press'd down with con- wenches will burn; Come not near her. ceitit
Cour. Your man and you are marvellous Conceit, my comfort, and my injury:
(here. [Exeunt. Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner SCENE III.-- The same.
Dro. S. Master, if you do expect spoon-meat,
or bespeak a long spoon. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.
Ant. S. Why, Dromio? Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth
Dru. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon, salute me
that must eat with the devil. As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! why tell'st thou And every one doth call me by my name.
me of supping ? Some tender money to me, some invite me;
Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress : Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
I cónjure thee to leave me, and be gone. Some offer me commodities to buy :
Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop, [me,
dinner, And show'd me silks that he had bought for | Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd; And, therewithal, took measure of my body.
And I'll be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of
one's nail, And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
A nut, a cherry-stone : but she, more covetous, Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me
Would have a chain. for: What, have you got the picture of old Master, be wise; and if you give it her, Adam new apparelled ?
The devil will shake her chain, and fright us
with it. Ant. S. What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
Cour. I pray you, Sir, the ring, or else the Dro. S. Not that Adam, that kept the para: I hope, you do not mean to cheat me so.
chain; dise, but that Adam, that keeps the prison; he that goes in the calf's skin that was killed
Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come Dromio, for the prodigal; he that came behind you, Sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your
Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: Misliberty.
tress, that you know. Ant. s. I understand thee not.
[Ereunt Ant. and Dro. Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a piain case: he that
Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad, went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the
Else would he never so demean himselt: man, Sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, gives them a fob, and 'rests them; he, Sir, that And for the same he promised me a chain ! takes pitv on decayed men, and gives them
Both one, and other, he denies me now. suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do
The reason that I gather be is mad, more exploits with his mace, uan a morris
(Besides this present instance of his rage,) pike.
Is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner, Ant. S. What! thou mean'st an officer ?
Of his own doors being shut against his en
trance. Dro. S. Ay, Sir, the sergeant of the band; be, that brings any man to answer it, that Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,
On purpose shut the doors against his way. # I. e. Bond.
+ Fanciful conception. My way is now, to hie home to his house,
let us go